Hear my cry, O God;
my cries wet with tears,
sometimes quiet, sometimes raging, but always desperate.
listen to my prayer.
Let not my feeble words fall on deaf ears;
let not my groanings fail to rise higher than my ceiling.
From the ends of the earth I call to you,
wherever I am, and every situation,
in the light and in the dark.
I call as my heart grows faint;
as discouragement eats away at my resolve,
as pain thunders across my body and mind;
lead me to the rock
Jesus, Rescuer, Savior,
that is higher than I
stronger and wiser, eternal,
not tied to this fallen flesh.
For you have been my refuge,
ever present, even when I don’t know it,
a safe place to run to and hide from the night of soul,
a strong tower against the foe
against evils without and within,
hear my cry, oh, God.
A p r o n h e a d -- Lilly Green 