Hear me, All-Father!
Lend your ear to the voice of this,
Your meanest son, and lowest servant.
I have endured the trials,
I have Striven and fought and bled.
the battle seemed won at last.
Yet in the end, I lay broken
In the rubble and confusion,
Failing my Lord, and His commands.
I've failed with all I've set my hand.
My life is as ashes in the pit,
Coals extinguished and growing cold.
no matter in my life unscathed,
All is mired in the muck and slog
Grasping me with iron claws.
The monsters all I've slain
To be bitten by the snake,
gliding angrily about my heals.
If victory is beyond my grasp, then grant at least
An honorable death, that I might dine within your hall
And with your Mighty Heroes dwell.
And yet, my hope is not in me,
It springs from something deep,
From a source that cannot be measured
A spring that overflows it's banks,
Your love overwhelms my heart and life;
Bringing me to faith and Granting me strength.
At last I know, despite my worth--So little in worldly view--
that value in your eyes I've found.
And nothing else really matters.
