he ground my face into the gravel
he pounded me into the mud
I gave up on life altogether
I’ve forgotten what the good life is like
I said to myself: this is it, I’m finished, God is a lost cause
I’ll never forget the trouble, the utter lostness, the taste of ashes,
the poison I’ve swallowed. I remember it all, oh how well I remember,
the feeling of hitting the bottom
but there is one other thing I remember, and remembering I keep a grip on hope
God’s loyal love couldn’t have run out, his merciful love couldn’t have dried up
they’re created new every morning
how great your faithfulness!
I’m sticking with God (I say it over and over)
he’s all I’ve got left
(lamentations 3:16-24)
remembering I keep a grip on hope
god’s loyal love couldn´t have run out,
his merciful love couldn’t have dried up
how great is your faithfulness?
You are all I’ve got left.
