Roles: Psalm 107

Have I been the hungry
    longing for a home?
Have I been the rebel
    far from God to roam?
Have I been in trouble
    seeing painful days?
Or have I been the fool
    chasing sinful ways?

I think I’ve been them all
    during my short life.
The choices that I make
    often lead to strife.
And even though I run
    far with wicked heart,
I’ve learned so long to play
    fake my holy part.

I know he’s always seen
    through my cheap façade.
In love he punished me
    with his steadfast rod.
Yet out he reached his hand
    to my tremb’ling soul,
He pulled me close to him
    making my life whole.

I’m not the only one
    that he wants to hold—
All sheep across the land,
    drawing to his fold,
Calling to the needy
    and those close to death,
To the fool and troubled,
    giving Spirit’s breath.

As my days grow shorter,
    stumbling, still I fall.
He patiently awaits
    for my troubled call.
Then up he raises me
    in this life I know,
As he ever always
    love for me will show.