Get me off the hook, my God.
Show how true I am
To this false nation.
Pull me from the jaws
Of these sharp-tongued liars.
You’re supposed to be on my side, God.
So, why do I see your back,
Not your face?
Why am I crying all the time,
Hounded by haters?
Give me a flashlight
And stick by my side
So I can get through this darkness.
Let them guide my steps
Till they lead me
Up the mountain
To your house.
I’ll run straight to your altar,
To you, God,
To you, my joy,
To you, the source of my happiness.
I’ll grab my guitar
And sing and sing and sing
To you,
My God,
My dearest God.
So, my soul,
Why have you curled up
Into a knees-to-the-chest ball?
Why so dark,
So depressed?
Turn your thoughts back
To God.
I will get back to that place
Of praise.
I will worship my Savior again,
My God again.