This life is an open wound that will not healnI cry out to God with all of my strengthnDesperately I reach for Him in the nightnThis misery keeps my eyes from closingnKeeps my mouth from being able to speaknIs this as far as the arm of God extendsnHas the fire burned itself outnThere is no profit in this way of thinkingnI must escape this frame of mindnAnd when I think of all He has donenWhen I consider all that He isnI am complete