From the Deep

From the deep oh Lord you have heard my cry

You hear my heart weep as my soul wants to die

But you gather my tears in a bottle to keep

And precious is the dying here in the deep.

For my flesh cries out at I cannot stand

My mind falters with doubt for I can't understand

The wherefore's and why's of this circumstance

But as the flesh dies the heart learns to dance.

Lord I am weak and I am so frail

This bundle of dust seeks to do more than fail

But nothing is done if it's done on my own

But if I am one with you I am never alone.

Here in the depths of despair and of pain

I'm inept to make my loss into gain

But for your sake and my own You will reap

Far more than I've sown here in the deep.

Anthony Foster

March 5, 2006

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