With my voice I cry God, and make supplications
I pour out all my complaints, and all my frustrations.
On the path that I must walk, many traps lie waiting.
There is no one who takes note, everyone is hating.
So I cry to you, O Lord, for you are my refuge.
When I’m low please hear my cry. There is much to tell you.
Save me from my enemies. Bring me out of prison.
I’ll give thanks unto your name. You’ll hear those in heaven.
Source: Psalm 142
Text: © David Alexander, 2020
Tune: Melling, Public Domain
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