I wrote this poem about one week after I reached the most horrific stage of depression – a 1 and was terrified that I was heading into a pit so deep that I would never get out. I am absolutely amazed that I have come so far
from this terrible, terrible time.
Tell Me It’s All Right
Lord Jesus, put Your arms around me
And tell me it’s all right.
Save me out of this terrible depression
Give me the direction for my life,
And I will follow it.
Remove from me the need for any medication
And be the only One I need for healing.
Let me be a testimony to Your mercy and power
Telling the story that You and only You are sufficient.
Fill me with Your Holy Spirit,
So I can serve You and Your creation.
Lord Jesus, let my one question always be,
“How may I serve You here?”
And this has come true as I write this now, except that I am still on maintenance medication because my situational depression turned into clinical depression, and I yet have an imbalance of brain chemicals that could pitch me into depression without notice. I still pray that one day I will be without medication, as the poem asks, but that may not happen, and I am OK with where I am right now.