
On troubled days I think of God. Those nights I find no respite.
My soul refuses comfort and God seems to be a despot.
My eyes donโt close. No words will come; and meditation falters.
The gifts I gave, the prayers I spoke are ashes on the altars.
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Will God forever spurn my plea and never show me favor?
Are graciousness and promises withdrawn? Where is my savior?
It seems to me that angrily Godโs shut off all compassion;
that steadfast love and faithfulness will not be seeing action.
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Instead, Iโll think long ago when, God, you still worked wonders.
You showed yourself as mighty, saving me and mine from blunders.
When lightning flashed and waters fled, your people were victorious.
Why canโt it once again be so? Why, God, are you not for us?
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Source: Psalm 77
Text: ยฉ David Alexander, 2020
Tune: Was Mein Gott Will
Score: https://www.smallchurchmusic.com/Score_PDF-2010/TheWillOfGod-WasMeinGottWill.pdf









