A Cry For Help

Hear, Lord, and be merciful to me;

Lord, be my help.

Woe to me that I dwell in Meshek,

that I live among the tents of Kedar!

Is it not you, God,

you have now rejected us

and no longer go out with our armies?

But as for me,

I am poor and needy;

come quickly to me,

O God.

You are my help and deliverer;

Lord,

do not delay. 

 

Our days come to seventy years or eighty,

if our strength endures:

yet the best of them are trouble and sorrow,

for they quickly pass,

and we fly away.

 

I wait for the Lord,

my whole being waits,

and in his word I put my hope.

For the Lord is good

and his love endures forever;

his faithfulness continues through all generations.

I do not hide your righteousness in my heart;

I speak of your faithfulness and your saving help.

I do not conceal your love and faithfulness

from the great assembly.

May we shout for joy over your victory

and lift our banners in the name of our God

praise him with the clash of cymbals,

praise him with resounding cymbals.

My Steps To Yours

I match my steps to yours
My dream
My thought
My strength

You are the one who keeps me sane
Keep me on the right path
Guide me when I falter

In the sand I see your footsteps
In the stone they are carved
For none of the words you say are relevant
For all of the words you say are wise whispers
They speak to my heart

Speak to my heart

And you will never walk beside me again
Yet I keep matching my steps to yours

My steps are matched to yours