Light at the End of the Funnel: Psalm 80

It is your hand that plants
    that nurtures and that feeds.
It is your breath that blows
    with life that I so need.
And, Lord, you are the one
   that pulls out all the weeds.
Why does it then seem like
    you from me do recede?

I know that my past choices
    were once all filled with strife.
I know my evil nature
    with sin full it is rife.
But Lord, for how much longer
    will you squeeze tight my life?

My Lord, I know that ev’ry day
    with passions dark I fight,
And yet despite my sinful ways,
    I long for your bright light.

Now from the dead, Lord, please me raise
    So through my life your name I’ll praise.