Oh, woe is me – 
suffering with a painful gait 
where once there was a youthful strength 

Oh, woe is me – 
struggling to make ends meet 
while waiting for Your path of abundance 

Oh, woe is me – 
giving love and acceptance and grace
and still longing for someone 
– anyone – 
to let me out in traffic 

Oh, woe is me – 
horrified by my entitlement 
to complain to a world in chaos 

Relieve me, dear Lord, of myself – 
otherwise I’ll become a pillar of salt, 
stuck forever in this woe-is-me salute.