I’m crying out to One
I cannot see,
“They want me gone
and hunger for life;
They glare at me
with domineering eyes;
They hope that fear
might stick me like a knife.”
To God, I offer up
my thanksgiving;
My eyes will see the day
of His delivering.
I’m crying out to One
I cannot see,
“They want me gone
and hunger for life;
They glare at me
with domineering eyes;
They hope that fear
might stick me like a knife.”
To God, I offer up
my thanksgiving;
My eyes will see the day
of His delivering.