Lost. Where am I? Cold earth beneath me; bleak, vast, dripping darkness surrounding me. Alone, and lying at the bottom of the Devil's Kettle. I search inside of myself. I am empty. No mettle to stir, nothing inside myself to waken me from this darkness. Drip, drip, goes the saddening darkness enshrouding me. Once I had zeal. It is hard to imagine now. I am a shell, or not at all myself. There is no help. None who know of the black hole in which I lie. And if they did, how could one reach down a hand to lift me up? ***! ***! ***! The One who blessed me with strength, the One who took my strength. Cast me not headlong; lift me up with your victorious right hand. ***! ***! ***! Day upon day I cry out. Day upon day the earth beneath me lifts up. Pain, pain, it washes away, weighted chains are falling loose, He elevates my sunken earth. Until the hole I lie in is no longer a hole, but is level earth in the light of day. Birds twitter, flowers are in bloom, the sun is shining through the trees. My world completely changed; and better than last I was here. Life and new song are inside of me. ***! ***! ***! Out of the miry bog you have rescued me and strengthened me anew. Praise! Praise! Praise! Blessed be your name!