I feel like I've been crying
Though not a tear have I shed;
The day is bright and sunny,
Cold and clear, the way my soul loves--
But today my heart is raw and red,
Like a gaping wound severe.
What lies within the depths;
Where are the beauteous heights?
Where is my creator?
Where is the Strength of my soul,
he who upholds me, he who restores,
The God of Healing who is?
The Name is bright and holy;
The Name is joyous and severe;
To whisper that sound is to create a storm;
To shout to cause worlds to cease.
I am lower than the angels;
I was given a child's dignity,
Made to reign earth's domain;
Made to stand at a king's right hand--
But I am dust, and I am dying,
My soul so hungry and parched with thirst.
God of my fathers, won't you hear?
Lord of the eyes, can you see?
You are my Father; you have ransomed me.
To present myself before you is my hope;
To bow before your throne my desire--
But all I have to give, all that I have--
Confidence of my heart, I am in need of healing.
So heal me;
Let me come to you.
Will you come to me?