How far, O Lord, have your eyes wandered from me?
How much further into the depths will my soul descend?
Surely, you hear my cry, but your hand has been removed from my sight
My enemies surround my withering corpse
They laugh at my downfall, and protest my every breath
With every wink of their eye, I am played like a fool
A scorned rebuke is my drink, my food is their fist
I am reduced to ash, left to fade
How long, O Lord, will you forget me?
I recall to my mind the words you spoke to me in the quiet evening
You filled my heart with comfort and joy
I long for your voice
I long for your comforting presence
El Roi – the God who sees me
Have you turned a blind eye?
Surely not – your faithfulness is as sure as the rising sun
I will see your loving hand
I will rest in the arms of the Almighty
My enemies will find their due reward
You will not turn away, I will see the son of the morning
You are as the lighthouse guiding me home
This darkness threatens to swallow me
I have but one hope, this one thing I will cling to
You will not stand quietly by
You will rescue me from the snare of torment
You will see to it that my soul is redeemed
You will see that I am made whole
Your eyes have been opened, You have seen my despair
I will look towards the eastern sky
There you will be found
You are loved.
You are valued.
You are seen.
Confessions 