Battles Within

At war with myself in the moment
So I lay on my back and stare into the sky

At times like these
The outside begins to feel like the inside

At times like these
The certainty hinders to presumption

So I lay on my back and stare into the sky
For I know my hopes depend on You
For it is my heart that needs saving
And only You can be my savior

A cry and plead
Alas You stretch Your hand out to me
And from a chaotic plunge
You bring me to an idyllic uprise

Though the cares of my heart are many
You cast away the outside
So that I can rest assured on the inside

For whenever I lay on my back and stare into the sky
You may guide me
Through the plunges
Through the standstills
Through times like these

And now I may wait and mold
I may sit and rely
For God only you can satisfy

Very nice, Elizabeth.

I do find the phrase "hinders to presumption" vague, but then, it is poetry and that may be just what you wanted, though I thought you perhaps meant the idea of "The certainty changes to presumption' (not those words but the idea) rather than the idea of certainty hindering presumption. OTOH, I could just be obtuse. What if there were no tomorrow? There wasn't one today. Made sense to me.

I especially liked the five-line stanza before the closing tercet.

Nice use of repetition, too.