Choose This Day

Choose This Day

Brian West

The trees are without blossom;

No fruit is on the vine 

The harvest we were counting on

Will not come in this time 

No food is on the table;

No water in the well 

If we survive this famine,

Oh, the stories we will tell 

We may be driven far away from here;

We may be tempted to hold on to fear 

But when our dreams have all gone up in smoke,

We refuse to give up hope because… 

We will make our home

Wherever the Lord may lead

Serving Christ alone,

We’ll live as a family 

There is hope in the place of catastrophe,

In what we choose this day 

The sheep have all been scattered;

My heart's an empty pen 

The things that seemed to matter

Desert me once again 

But looking to the future,

Discov'ring life anew 

We're building on a fresh foundation,

Eternal, brave, and true 

We may be driven far away from here;

We may be tempted to hold on to fear 

But when our dreams have all gone up in smoke,

We refuse to give up hope because… 

We will make our home

Wherever the Lord may lead

Serving Christ alone,

We’ll live as a family 

There is hope in the place of catastrophe,

In what we choose this day 

We will make our home

Wherever the Lord may lead

Serving Christ alone,

We’ll live as a family 

There is hope in the place of catastrophe,

In what we choose this day 

Psalm 88 (Hear My Cry)

Psalm 88 (Hear My Cry)

Brian West

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)

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