Quatrains of Pain

Apprehension, Apathy,
Frustration, Failure,
What is it you ask of me,
And how much longer must I endure.

Black sandy shoal,
And a dark remnant of coal,
Pitch black death of soul,
My efforts falter like the steps of a newborn foal.

I feel the stinging,
I hear the ringing,
But when is the bringing,
Of this moments meaning?

Why try me so,
That is what I wish to know,
What is this to show,
Other than brow in furrow?

Forgive my doubts and fears,
Forgive my weakness and tears,
Forgive my fleshes mocking jeers,
For I know your hand always steers.

Help me to trust,
Not in Firmness soon to rust,
Or in mortalities soon naught but dust,
But in the One alone who is just.