psalm

Lord, I cry out to you, I cry out from the depths of my heart;
Father, I yearn for your face, I am anxious for the sound of your voice!
I stand here and pound my fists against the door,
I beg, O God, for your wisdom and truth.
Show yourself to me! Hide not your awesome glory!
I fear and tremble at your truth, I am afraid of the power of what you will reveal,
But, though my heart be afraid, my soul longs for your revelation
- as deep cries out to deep.
Speak to me, in the tongue of men or angels,
Heed the groans that your Counselor lifts up on my behalf
For the Spirit expresses what I have no words for.
How long must I pay the penance of your silence?
For how much time will you hide me under your hands?
Did you not promise, O Lord, that if I sought, I would find?
My mind is clouded with the wisdom of men
Make plain to me the foolishness of the Lord!
For even your foolishness is greater than all man's wisdom.
I fall down before you, my eyes are cast to the ground
I am prostrate at your feet, the feet of my King
For your are always faithful, and your love is unending.
You hear my whispered cries and will dry my tears
You will strip away my soiled garments and clothe me again in your righteousness.
You will speak, and I will listen to you,
Abba, Father.