Forsaken?

Lord, hear my cry.
     If you forsake me
I will surely die
     Before the sun does rise.
Dry my tears.
     Whisper words of love
To relinquish my fears
     Of the nightmares past,
The tormenting present,
     The foggy future.
This cloud of uncertainty - constant,
     Never dwindling, never ceasing.
This body bestowed upon me,
     By troubles of the earthly realm
Has succumbed to being weary.