LORD, these things seem to happen just to me,
Most of what I do these days: cry in bed,
LORD, please uncover my eyes, let me see,
What are your plans for me waiting ahead?
God, all troubles happen for a good cause,
But all I see now is this deep, cold black,
I’ve been stabbed many times, I’m clothed in gauze,
I’ll break in two with one more axe’s hack.
Father, save me from this place; I’m dying,
I feel so abandoned, I need You near,
I always say I’m ok, I’m lying,
The real truth is that I’m filled with fear.
Creator, hold my hand, walk me through this,
My Savior, help me escape this abyss.
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