Psalm 88 (Hear My Cry)
My soul is full of trouble;
I am pulled towards the grave
On the list of doomed and dying,
Weak, forsaken, like the slain
Whom You pull your hand away from
And forget like faded paths
You have put me in the deepest,
Darkest pit beneath Your wrath
Chorus:
Lord, God of my salvation,
I call both day and night
Allow my prayer before You,
Tilt Your ear to hear my cry
My soul is full of trouble;
I am pulled towards the grave
On the list of doomed and dying,
Weak, forsaken, like the slain
Whom You pull your hand away from
And forget like faded paths
You have put me in the deepest,
Darkest pit beneath Your wrath
Chorus:
Lord, God of my salvation,
I call both day and night
Allow my prayer before You,
Tilt Your ear to hear my cry
Your oppression swells and surges;
Every friend you've chased away
They despise me, I’m imprisoned;
You allow me no escape
I am blinded by affliction,
Yet I cry out every day
Lord, to You my hands are lifted,
Open, hear me as I pray
CHORUS
Do You show the dead Your wonders?
Do they rise and shout Your praise?
Will the chaos sing Your faithful love,
Your mercy's power to save?
Does darkness hide Your miracles,
Making all forget Your light?
Yet I'll cry to You, and will not
Cease my prayers, morning and night
CHORUS
My soul, Lord, You've rejected.
You keep hiding from me--why?
I am drowning in Your terrors,
Death and suffering are my life
I've been scalded by Your anger,
By Your terrors been destroyed
See them ceaseless in their swirling;
I'm surrounded by the void
CHORUS
Lord, all who ever loved me,
You have ripped them from my hands
All You leave me are the shadows;
In the dark I find my friends
Comfort Me No More (Rachel Mourning Her Children)
O heartless puppet king,
You took my children to the grave
But this, my chance to mourn,
I will not let you steal away
The pow’rful clench their fists
And our prospects start to dim
In grief God meets us mourning,
And each morning we are His
Let weeping fill the streets
Let weeping fill the streets
O comfort me no more
My children are no more
Refrain:
Let weeping fill the streets
Let weeping fill the streets
O comfort me no more
O comfort me no more
We live and breathe our poverty
Death always close at hand
Each passing year a miracle
That shines in this dark land
But this attack so savage,
Unexpected, and extreme
Makes all the common travesties
Feel like a faded dream
Refrain
O heartless puppet king,
You took my children to the grave
But this, my chance to mourn,
I will not let you steal away
The pow’rful clench their fists
And our prospects start to dim
In grief God meets us mourning,
And each morning we are His
Let weeping fill the streets
Let weeping fill the streets
O comfort me no more
My children are no more