Psalm 8

Hear my faint cry,dear God
Hear the fading echoes of a frail soul
I'm bequeathed in a mould of sin
The devil's upbeat of my disbelief
My every word is to hurt you
With each move I bury you
Your grace is my drug
How I abuse the costly name of love
Shall perish for embracing blindness
Shall I hunger in the midst of plenty
Will I soak in sobs of waste
As I long for another moment of vain
Won't I cease playing victim
When your mercies stare at me
Oh! Don't give me to my ruins
Don't let me follow my ignorant will
For my ways sweet but lead to destruction
A dark soul longs for your light
Such drunkenness need a honest hand
And you will hold me with Truth
Whom words like the sound of a waterfall
My Lord has spoken of my deliverance
The devil is shattered in shame
Oh! The Lord has bridged the distance
With blood healed of what was lame.