lord, lord. culture and numbness and faithlessness and this and this and confusion. You can resolve me. You can resolve this. my pride is broken, my eyes can’t see the good, I have no motivation, to what end? I cannot see your end. and should I be able to see what you are doing? It springs up. I trust that the God that knit me together knows what He is doing with me. In my lostness He is ever present. I feel more selfish and lost than ever. And yet I am not, because He is here. I take no joy from it, but I will use my dying moments to proclaim Your name with diseased and unrighteous breath