Calling

I call out from the depths which rise above me,

darkness, sorrow overtake my view.

“Save my life from what I’ve created

for only You can hear my plea!”

I invoke the name of my creator, 

who hears my voice, who gives me rescue. 

Through His great love, I am beloved.

My soul can rest when He’s with me.

He gives me life before death can encompass,

returns my sight when stricken with blindness.

As I arise out of the depths,

my eyes from tears, my feet from stumbling, 

at rest, yet still with much ahead

and so much life before my death.

I spoke too soon when I exclaimed,

“Everyone on earth is deceiving!” 

There is no truth when filled with dread,

when lines are drawn through shibboleth. 

He gives me life before death can encompass,

returns my sight when stricken with blindness.

How can I repay what I’ve received?

How many glasses can I raise

to praise the One before the people

to correct all that was misconceived?

I raise my voice still overtaken

with the joy and thrill for future days

where in service I’ll be able

to thank my God in whom I believe.

He gives me life before death can encompass,

returns my sight when stricken with blindness.

I give my life to be in His presence,

to live according to my purpose.

I give my life to be in His presence,

to live according to my purpose.