November Psalm

for every highest high
and all the deepest lows
I drift far away
so to Your anchor I'll hold

lead me home
let me feel mercy again 

When I walk through the valley
I hunger and thirst and find no peace
Through every cracked lipped breath
Through the dust I march on

lead me home
let me feel mercy again

High King of Heaven
Lord of Hosts
I only have fingertips
To reach for You
I only have a feeble mind
To offer to You
I only have a heart of stone
To love some of You

lead me home
let me feel mercy again 

Blessed are those who know they are weak
Blessed are those who see their inabilities
Blessed are those who weep watching the 5 o'clock news
Blessed are those who feel the weight of the world
Blessed are those who never stop questioning
Blessed are those who don't settle for cheap explanaitions
Blessed are those who don't settle for cheap love

You will find rest in God

lead me home
let me feel mercy again