Jason Silver

Lyrics

With my voice I cry to the Lord;
With my voice I plead to the Lord.
I pour out my complaint before him;
I tell my trouble before him.
When my spirit is faint, you know my way.

In the path where I walk
They have hidden a trap for me.
Look on my right hand and see—
There is no one who takes notice of me;
No refuge remains to me;
And nobody cares for me.

I cry to you, O Lord;
I say, ‘You are my refuge,
My portion in the land of the living.’

Give heed to my cry,
For I am brought very low.
Save me from those chasing me,
For they're too strong for me.
Set me free that I may give thanks to your name.
The righteous will surround me,
For you will deal bountifully.

I cry to you, O Lord;
I say, ‘You are my refuge,
My portion in the land of the living.
My portion in the land of the living.’

ISRC: SE5752047252