Psalm 51

I know my transgressions and my sin is always before me
Surely, I was sinful at birth, sinful from the time my mother conceived
Restore to me the joy of your salvation and grant me a willing spirit to sustain me
God whispers to us in our pleasures, speaks in our conscience but shouts in our pains
It is his megaphone to rouse a deaf world
Create in me a pure heart o God and renew a steadfast spirit within me
Speak in my pain, shout in my pain – here I am!

In God whose word I praise, in God I trust, I will not be afraid
When tears run down my face, temptations come, my heart is anguish within me
I look to your throne worship you lamb, lion of the tribe of judah
The lord brings down to the grave and raises up
Brings death and makes alive
Sends poverty and wealthy
Humbles and exalts, raises the poor from the dust
There is none like you, there is none besides you
There is no rock like our God, so
Speak in my pain, shout in my pain – here I am!