I Cried to God

(From Psalm 77)

I cried to God, said 'Help me!'
When I was in distress,
I sought Him but no answer,
Could comfort as I wept

My memory was so painful,
I groaned to meditate,
My strength had dissipated,
My spirit had grown faint

You kept my eyes from closing,
My troubles made me dumb,
I thought about the old days,
And years that were long done

I recalled all the night songs,
My heart sang them as well,
My spirit had a question:
How long will this pain dwell?

Will I return to favour?
Has love lost my address?
The promises He gave me,
Showed no sign of success

Did God forget to give me,
The mercy I had won?
And why was He so angry,
That solace wouldn't come

Then I had an inkling,
To this I would appeal:
Those years when God was faithful,
I'd think of them with zeal

I'd dwell on works of grandeur,
And think of mighty deeds,
Your ways God they are holy,
No other god does these

You're the God of wonders,
Your power's on display,
With one flex of your muscles,
You save all those who pray

The waters, when they saw you,
Their very depths convulsed,
The clouds gave rain and thunder,
Your arrows flashed and pulsed

It was like a whirlwind,
A thunder spinning sound,
Your lightning lit the heavens,
The earth shook all around

You had made a pathway,
The sea split to each side,
No footprint showed your presence,
You were a hidden guide

You led all the people,
With hands of the divine,
Moses and then Aaron,
Kept the sheep in line.

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