Distress And Despair Poem by Oyekake Satty (O S) Joshua

My daily efforts produce no fruits
The work of my mind unrewarding
And my endeavors falter and fail
As misfortune routinely presses

I am squeezed and sifted daily
I am undone; my heart is heavy
I am broken; my tears unceasing
My supplications do not ascend

Distress and despair I’m assured
For hope is strange and rare here
Where wishful thinking is common
And joyful anticipation uncommon

Retreated and recoiled to seclusion
I vented my displeasure to my Lord
I know no other place to seek relief
The ache in my heart grows stronger

The emptiness within never-ending
This ominous hopelessness persists
My helplessness manifestly deepens
Who would deliver me from this pit?

Would the Lord hasten to rescue me?
Would he pull me out of this darkness?
Or would he persist to break me more
Till His purpose in me is accomplished?