lament II

Let the heavens rain
and let the oceans sing.

For as one who casts his cares on the Lord
so the peace of God comes like a rushing wind.

In my failure you bring beauty;

In my heartache you surround me;
When lions surround me to tear me apart

you are there.

As men circle me to devour their meat,

in your presense they vanish;

When I look to you in their midst

they disappear.

Blessed is the voice that calls on the Lord;

Who calls Him for restoration.

Blessed are the hearts that let go;

Who let go and trust in the Lord.

Blessed are those who know God

How you have surrounded me with life.

Those who search me out,

they seek me through You;

and bring with them a trumpet of victory.

As I am poured out as fine wine

at the feet of those whom angels manifest,

You, oh God, encourage me.

You pull me from the myre.

From the thorns I am upheaved.

My feet are set upon a shore of counted sands,

where my lifes worth is counted so much more.

I cast my cares upon you.

So as He whose joy was set before Him to endure the cross,

as will I, with no hope in myself, take my cup

and lay my life at your feet

Amen