I Look to You

God, to You I call out!

Don’t be deaf to my cries,

don’t return them with silence.

I am not yet interred.

I’m not one whose preferred 

demeanor is pretense,

whose soft tongue decries

while his hard heart sows doubt. 

That one should reap what he sows,

which is nothing at all

except salt in the earth

and distrust of what’s true.

God, I look to You

for the source of my worth

no matter how small 

in the eyes of my foes.

For You are my Rock

Who inspires my song

Who lifts my heart

To Whom I belong.