Dare I Decry
Hear, O mountains!
Bear witness as I shout my reckless pleas
Against the unshaken throne.
I fall and flail within the night,
And He is unmoved.
He has healed others,
And yet He will not heal me.
Dare I decry the King of heaven
For what He has not given me?
He has forgiven and expunged
And cleansed me with His blood,
A price so high and painful
That I cannot question His love for me.
And though my punishment is gone,
Still I am lacking,
Still
I am wanting.
I was promised more;
I
was promised grace
And
abundant life.
Where is His deliverance?
I have wrestled with the Savior,
And I will not let Him go
Until
He blesses me.
But I am at fault,
For
I have disobeyed,
And yet I have no power
To
make it right.
I have tried,
And I have failed;
And I have tried,
And I have failed;
And I have tried,
And I have failed.
I am the criminal,
And I the victim too.
I have fought and hoped
And
cried so long
That I don’t know what to say to
Him.
Can’t He see my chains?
Can’t He see that my heart breaks
Every
time I disobey?
Can’t He see that every fault
Is not only a sin against Him,
But against myself as well?
He has the power to help me;
Oh, why does He hold back?
O mountains, my old friends,
I know He hears me,
But I don’t feel Him listening.
Echo my cries tonight,
And
tell Him that I need Him.
My hope rests with Him,
In the deliverance
That
He will someday bring
To
this frail and broken heart.