Why do I seek for justice on my enemies’ head? Why do I long for your name to cover them with dread? But when the foes aren’t outward but within me instead, Would still I want your strong hand to strike my foes all dead? I have often been oppressed by dark and evil hand. I know I’ve become outcast at home in my sweet land. But when the trouble’s over, I still want tall to stand, Proclaiming loud your good name and mercy that is grand. I am constantly aware of my dark sin each day, And that my unique demons pursue me on life’s way. Often they will shut my heart till nothing I can say, But, Lord, I’m asking won’t you, please cast them all away. And while my foes still haunt me my head drops low in shame, My voice long clear is muted And I don’t speak your name, Each day that I find dawning is ever dark the same. Please won’t you give me freedom so your name I’ll proclaim? Lord, help me lift my head high as long for me you fight, And then when they are all gone I’ll stand in your sweet light— Steadfast love renewing me so in you I’ll delight— Forever with my tongue loosed I’ll sing long of your might.