Must my heart be broken and fallen from its perch
Before You will move, Oh Lord?
Must I be beyond tears and moved with all sorrow
Before You raise Your mighty hand to act?
You know how I love You, Oh Lord; how I have lived and longed
Your precepts to follow.
My Lord, look around me at the devastation in my path,
Pay heed unto those in need around me.
My will is powerless, my strength has gone.
I do not even rise or desire to eat—my stomach turns itself within me!
My heart has failed for weakness and despair.
You are the Lord! Come to my rescue!
From whence does my salvation come?
It comes from the Lord, Who has seen my noble service;
He rescues me from the Pit, from Sheol’s very mouth,
He sees those needs around me and brings forth His redemption.
Faithful, true, mighty to save, my God is able to deliver me.
His breath will blow down the doors before us,
And no man may shut them again.
Oh, who may move before the Holy one of Isreal?
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