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    • Seeking God (Psalm 22)

    Seeking God (Psalm 22)

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    Why have

    You left me? Far away

    from my loud cries,

    Lost

    in deep anguish. I call out all day,

    No reply comes through the dark,

    Night

    brings

    no quiet. You sit on Your throne,

    Holy

    One of Israel, Praised by

    all

    Your people.

    Fathers trusted You, They put all their hope in You,

    You saved every one.

    They cried for Your help,

    Safe inside Your Mighty Hands,

    Never put to shame.

    I am like a wretch,

    Not a man in human eyes,

    Scorned by all the crowd.

    People look and mock,

    Shaking heads and laughing loud,

    Voicing cruel insults.

    He trusts in the Lord,

    Let the Lord deliver him,

    Since he loves Him so.

    Out of the dark womb,

    You made me trust at the breast,

    My God since my birth.

    I will name Your Grace,

    In the group I sing Your praise,

    Full my voice rings out.

    All who fear the Lord,

    Praise His name with joyful voice,

    Sons of Jacob rise.

    He does not turn blind To the pain of those who hurt,

    He hears when they cry.

    Praise comes from Your Hand,

    In the large crowd I will pay

    All the vows I made.

    Poor men eat and rest,

    Seeking God brings joy and life,

    Hearts live on for aye.

    Do not stay far off,

    Trouble waits just at the door,

    No one else to help.

    Many bulls close in,

    Strong ones from Bashan surround,

    Trapped inside their circle.

    Lions tear their prey,

    Mouths wide open in their rage,

    Ready to destroy.

    Lands from far away Turn and look back to the Lord,

    Nations bow to Him.

    Rule is God’s alone,

    He is King of all the earth,

    Nations heed His Word.

    Poured out like water,

    All my bones are out of joint,

    Heart melts like soft wax.

    Mouth dry like a shard,

    Tongue stuck to my shriveled roof,

    Laid in dusty death.

    Rich men feast and bow,

    Dust returns to take them low,

    None can save their breath.

    I will name Your Grace,

    In the group I sing Your praise,

    Loud my voice rings out.

    All who fear the Lord,

    Praise His Name with joyful voice,

    Sons of Jacob rise.

    He does not turn blind To the pain of those who hurt,

    He hears when they cry.

    Praise comes from Your Hand,

    In the big crowd I will pay All the vows I made.

    Poor men eat and rest,

    Seeking God brings joy and life,

    Hearts live on for aye.

    Sons will serve His name,

    Tales of God pass down the years,

    Future days will know.

    They speak what is right,

    To a group not born as yet,

    See what God has done.

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