I wait for the Lord
more than watchmen wait for the morning,
more than watchmen wait for the morning.
When I'm all cried out and I can't pray any more. When I can't sleep for the thoughts of agony. When each waking thought is pulled to my heart breaking over and over and I know there is nothing, nothing I can do, that's when I can join in and sing Jesus' song.
Out of the depths I cry to you, Lord;
Lord hear my voice.
Who had faith for me when I had none?
Who saw for me when I was blind?
Who hoped for me when all hope was gone?
Never write-off a write off.
Good, I'm all cried out.
Good, I'm dry bones.
Yet my God may fill me up.
Good, I'm dry bones.
Yet my God may fill me up.
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