Psalm 61

Hear my cry, O God;
listen to my prayer.
From the end of the earth I call to you,
when my heart is faint.

Lead me to the rock
that is higher than I;
for you are my refuge,
a strong tower against the enemy.

The enemy takes many forms.

For me it comes as anxiety and pride;

Two sides of the same corrupting coin.

Help me, dear God, to finally arrive at the strong tower;

Where love of others completes, does not compete with self love.

Psalm 61