It’s been years upon years, still the enemy rages,
I shed tears upon tears, trapped in sorrow’s cages.
Debts pile on debts, I can’t find a way out,
Their jeers cut my heart, filling me with doubt.
They taunt, “Are you not he who broke away,
Leaping for joy, seeking the righteous way?
Did you not find treasures beyond measure,
And rebuke us daily in fervent prayer and pleasure?
Yet now you’re worse off than when you began,
Where are your treasures, where’s your grand plan?
What of your songs of praise you used to sing?
Now you cannot sing without feeling cringe.
O Lord, your hand isn’t too short to save,
Look down from your throne, rescue my soul this day,
Into your hands my soul I lay,
You who made the sea give way.
Aren’t you the one who paused the sun and moon?
Aren’t you the one who rained stones to their doom?
Why let the enemy now boast over me,
Am I not your temple, where you should be?
Why have you left me to the dogs and shame,
And let your house bear a harlot’s name?
Turn not your face from my pitiful state,
Let not your name suffer disrepute and hate.
They think themselves wise, mighty, and strong,
As they torment your anointed, plaguing me for long.
I’m not stronger than they, though I strive to be true,
I’m bound by their power, though I belong to you.
A slave to darkness, though called to your light,
How long till you save me from this treacherous night?
I seek you still, in your word, but you’re gone,
As a result, I gnash, I mourn.
Was it not your voice I heard, your light that shone?
Let your grace be known, for in me thorns have grown.
Guide me back to your path, where peace is sown,
In your presence, my heart finds its home.
Let the sun shine on me and let darkness flee,
Remember the glory you used to get over me.
Look to my offerings, from when I was faithful,
When my heart overflowed, because I was grateful.
Help my faith, help my unbelief,
Restore me, let me find relief,
I’ll soar like a Phoenix, rise from the ash,
As your flames upon me, in brilliance flash.
Cleanse me, make me your house of prayer,
Open my eyes, let me see clearer.
A house of worship, with praise in the air,
Take your place in me, remove my despair.
Let the heavens and earth know, your anointed stands,
Let them testify, that your power is grand.
because you made wretch like me able to run,
Never to be weary, or thirsty, but safe in your hand.
