“How long, O Lord?” the psalmist sighs
“How long, O Lord?” my soul replies
My heart is overwhelmed, but where
Is God who says He’s always there?
“How long, O Lord?” my spirit cries
How long before you dry my eyes
My fortress, refuge, guiding light
Is out of reach, is hid from sight
The wicked thrive, the evil mock
Deride my hope, malign my Rock
But this I know – to this I cling
You will prove faithful, O my king!