Muted Trap: Psalm 116

Trapped so tight within a snare,
    Diseased and rotting soul,
I feed my heart with stagnant fare.
    I try to fill a hole.

I cry, but sin has muted tongue,
    My voice it cannot rise.
All words from me my sin has wrung
    And silenced my heart’s cry.

Dark grievous tears are rolling down,
    My voice fails to speak,
And in such tears I soon may drown,
    For I am ever weak.

I have no way to find release
    From this pit long I’ve known.
My wicked ways I cannot cease
    Myself I can’t dethrone.

Unless your hand you offer me,
    Your ears to me incline.
Unless you lift me to be free,
    I’ll die in sin of mine.

Will gently then you dry my tears
    And wipe my guilt away?
And can you take my doubting fears
    That drove me from right way?

If so, then freely will I sing
    Of mercy you have shown,
And to your throne will then I bring
    My heart that you have known.

You’ve known my heart from before time
    And how it’s meant for you.
You’ve known I’d fall into sin’s slime,
    Yet me you still renew.

So let my voice sing loud and long
    To those across the land,
And let me join the holy throng
    That moves by holy hand.