And now, let the weak say I am strong
Let the poor say I am rich
Because of what the Lord has done for us.
For you, may my weakness make all see
That in my strength I am only weak
Because of what sin has done to me.
A soft lament is now what I bring
But its heaviness burdens my heart
Because my trust in me has pulled me from you.
To my knees in desperate hope I turn
And my head bows as my knowledge burns
Because I know I have taken myself from you.
Lord, I desire our relationship
But is my desire ever truly lived?
I ask, because I feel so alone.
My God, I have finally turned to you with words
As my mouth speaks from a grieving heart
How my words are from your true Spirit.
I have asked and you let me receive
As my asking came from yielding pleas
Oh, Lord this is what you need in me:
To live the life that I claimed to believe.
To meditate in dire distress
To meditate when life's at its best
To meditate when life can't afford
You need me Lord,
To meditate on what we only have of you:
Your Word.
