If You are the God who still reaches down
to pick up the people You push to the ground;
if You're that same Lord, the one holy Name
who sang with the faithful once screaming in vain;
if You are the God who bristled with wrath,
but still carried Israel back to its land,
redeem me, O Lord -- stay true to Your past
and say that these praises aren't all that I have.
O God, do You cackle aloud from Your throne
to see me eternally hurt and alone?
Is all of this singing a waste of my breath?
Is nothing worth trusting but sorrow and death?