Oh Lord, I wait for you
I count upon your words
As precious stones to a jeweller’s palm
I count upon your words
As new born child to his mother’s heart
I rejoice in your promises
Oh God, life is empty
My soul is forsaken
As an unwanted child to captive parents
My soul is forsaken
As stray hound to his former master
You forsook my soul
Yahweh, cruel are your ways
Ignorant are you to the cries of men
As selfish kings to impoverished subjects
Ignorant are you to the cries of men
As greedy merchants to unjust bargains
Unjust are you laws upon men
Oh men, trust not in your God
Stand firm and be saved
As the mountains to storms and flood
Stand firm and be saved
As solid rocks to waves and tides
Stand firm against your enemies
Oh Christ, meek be your heart,
Loving are You my Lord
As a mother’s breast to an infant’s lips
Loving are You my Lord,
Oh Christ, mercy be your name
Forgiving is your sacred heart
As a compassionate judge to condemned men,
Forgiving is your sacred heart.
Your eyes has shed my tears,
Your skull has felt my pain,
Your hands have shared my sorrows,
Your feet pierced as one with my heart,
Your side has suffered my insults,
Your death, O Lord, Your death
Has cracked the shells of my death
Your words, O Lord, Your words
Rules men with justice and peace
Your blood, O Lord, Your blood
Has redeemed my forsaken soul
Your life, O Lord, Your life
Fills my spirit with eternal joy
May You be blessed my God
Forever and ever, Amen
Monday, January 14, 2008
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