I have never felt more alone, swallowed up by the sea of agony,
I conquer the burdens because I have no other choice.
Although I am surrounded, I am alone.
Where does my help come from?
God in Heaven, Great Provider, bring to me your promise of provision.
Help me to know you are with me.
Clothed in sackcloth and in a depth of sadness,
I am barely there.
I cry out to the Lord,
oh, why has He forsaken me?
I turn my eyes upon Heaven for He is always near.
Faithful and true, my God will always be.
His promises are kept to us daily so we may endure.
Through the darkness He will shine His light on us
and when we cannot do it ourselves . . .
He will lift our heads.