Nov 10, 2009


Dedicated To The Memory Of The
1,470 Gay and Lesbian Youth Who Commit Suicide In the U.S. Each Year
And To The Countless Others Who Are Injured Or Murdered

Be gracious to me, O Lord, for I am in distress;  
my eye is wasted with grief, my soul and body also.  
Strong, as I am, I stumble because of my inequality,  
and my bones waste away.  
I am the scorn of my adversaries, a horror to my neighbors, 
an object of dread to my acquaintances; 
when they see me in the street they turn quickly away. 
I have passed out of mind like one who is dead; 
I have come to be like something lost.  
Yea, I hear many whispering -terror on every side! -
as they scheme together against me, to take my life.  
But I trust in thee, O Lord, I say, "Thou art my God."  
Rescue me from those who persecute me!  
I will rejoice and be glad for thy unfailing love, 
because thou hast cared for me in my distress  
and thou hast not abandoned me but hast set me free.

Taken From: ICONS