O LORD, are you here to judge me also?
Do you stand prepared with a thorough list of transgressions?
Do you stand ready to cast me from Your presence?
Do you stand with condemnation on Your lips?
Will I be left uprooted, or will you call an orphan your child?
Will I remain abandoned, or will You dare to draw me close?
Will you let dawn break through this dark?
O LORD, tune my heart that I may hear and be revived by Your whispers of goodness.
How prone my mind is to spiral; my soul aches to hear you amidst the turmoil.
How my whole being rejoices at the sound of Your words.
My flesh is bondage and chains to me,
yet I know with a knowledge not my own —
You have paid my ransom.
There’s a freedom secured; the price paid in full.
This war will not, cannot, hold me as prisoner.
Therefore, my praise rises to you, even in the thick of battle —
for I know the outcome of my soul.
You, O Lord, sustain my salvation.
Your hold on me stays firm until the end.
Therefore, I stand in the face of accusation —
You are the strength of my stumbling knees.
You cover my iniquities; mercy flows from You with no reluctance.
Here, the God who abundantly pardons meets me.
Beloved, He calls me.
Grace will surely outlast shame.
In His dying breaths, I find rescue; in His wounds, my healing.
In His endurance and laments, I find hope that lasts.
O LORD, how I yearn to trade these groans for songs!
How I long to hear You commend me as a faithful steward.
Strengthen my heart until that day.
The night is nearly over.
