1 ""How long, O God?"" the psalmist cries,
a cry we make our own,
for we are lost, alone, afraid,
and far away from home.
2 The evil lurks within, without,
it threatens to destroy
the fragile cords that make us one,
that bind our hearts in joy.
3 Your grace, O God, seems far away;
will healing ever come?
Our broken lives lie broken still;
will night give way to dawn?
4 How can we hope? How can we sing?
O God, set free our voice
to name the sorrows, name the pain,
that we might yet rejoice.
5 ""How long, O God?"" the psalmist cries,
a cry we make our own.
Though we are lost, alone, afraid,
our God will lead us home.
