The love I have for You my Lord
Has me greeting in Your Name, a horde
But I truly have failed You in spades
Much worse than the awful crusades

With a deep sigh my heart bleeds and bleeds
So much so I might as well be watering seeds
But I ache in place with much anguish
My heart they surely did squish

I have hid myself out of desperation
But I am seen without provocation
My words ample and elusive
All the while it is Us who live

So deliver me from my own afflictions
From having to deliver all those predictions
Which came to pass by faith alone
So many things I wish I had known

Now I plead for mercy on Your wretched servant
And for a desire in You that is fervent
That those around me can see Us in Our eyes
As We pierce their soul through all the lies