He still walks near

At this moment everything seems to be fleeting,

All of time seems to flow out like a hand gripping sand,

My heart is yearning for a home marked by peace,

My soul is groaning to see the Ancient of days,

And the one who walks before me knows my soul,

He hears my groans and sees these rivers of tears,

And the one who walks before me hears my voice,

Though He knows my deepest thoughts He still walks near.

The howling of wolves and jackals draw near,

And the giants across the river gather for me,

Will my soul be crushed into the dust?

Will I be devoured by those who once were so near?

And the one who walks before me knows my soul,

He hears my groans and sees these rivers of tears,

And the one who walks before me hears my voice,

Though He knows my deepest thoughts He still walks near.

I can hear the voices of the walking dead,

They are crying for me to join them in the fray,

I have got to close my eyes and shut my ears,

Reach out my hand to Him and draw Him near.

And the one who walks before me knows my soul,

He hears my groans and sees these rivers of tears,

And the one who walks before me hears my voice,

Though He knows my deepest thoughts He still walks near.

(This and the Poem Tripping hopefully will be a trilogy of David like Psalms about the darkness and how the Lord walks with Him through it all.)