(A song for pilgrims on the road up to Zion.)
I’m in a bad place,
In a bad way
And it’s only getting worse.
So, here I am,
Praying to you, Yahweh.
Please, Lord,
Listen closely to my broken voice.
I’m begging you for mercy.
Please!
If you, Yahweh, kept a spreadsheet of sins …
Oh Yahweh,
Who could keep from curling into a ball,
Bent at the waist
And the knees?
But you’re not like that.
You’re forgiving.
That’s why we point our lives
Toward you.
And so, I wait for Yahweh.
My soul has settled in,
Waiting.
You’ve spoken
And it’s the hope I cling to.
My soul is on lookout duty,
Searching for signs of God
More than watchers on the walls
Await the morning,
More than watchers on the walls
Await the morning.
So, Israel have hope,
Waiting,
Watching
For Yahweh.
With Yahweh’s dawn,
Love arises.
With Yahweh’s dawn,
Big changes begin.
His light will scatter the darkness
Of Israel’s sin.