Even when you do me well With your grace from high above And your faithful steadfast love, It’s more help than I can tell, Yet my life, it seems like hell. Lord, I know you care for me And my good you always seek, And to others I should speak Of your mercies that I see. But my Lord, where might you be? Groaning night and day my heart, It is longing for your touch And to be with you so much And to never be apart. When did you from me depart? Lord, it seems you’ve staid your hand And you left the evil man To enact his wicked plan And your servants you remand To his will throughout this land. Lord, when will your Spirit blow Setting all the wrongs a’right, Shining on us holy light Warming us up in love’s glow So your justice then we’ll know? Lord, until such time, will you Teach me how to sing your praise? And my voice in hope to raise Of all that I know you’ll do When all life you make anew.