Oh Lord, my Lord

You tru­ly are my rock and my fortress

Why does my body shake?

Why do I feel in such duress?

You, oh Lord, are pow­er­ful.

You, oh Lord, are truth and jus­tice

Why, when my spir­it leads

Do I tend to mis­trust it?

Woe to me, as I fear

Where, oh where, is my faith?

Con­fu­sion with­in clar­i­ty

Who am I to ask why?

My poor, wretched mind

Please have mer­cy on me, I say

Know­ing my Christ bore this bur­den

And he guides me all the way

Why then, in the truth, do I doubt

Why then does your voice grow dis­tant

Why does my heart ques­tion

As if I didn’t even receive a hint

I know your voice, and I fol­low

I want to turn and run

Where is my courage, my bold­ness

Some­where beyond the set­ting sun

Give me pow­er, wis­dom, might

I beg you, Lord, for con­fi­dence

Why am I so weak?

Where is my com­pli­ance

I look to you, Lord, in my weak­ness

You are there for me

You car­ry me through the val­ley

I press on towards the mark, to where I am sup­posed to be

Per­se­ver­ance and prayer

Courage and pow­er

Your spir­it, the giv­er and com­forter

To this very hour

Is my vision clear?

Does my heart know?

On my knees, I beg to see

Please, oh please, tell me so

©2025 Jen­ny Bis­bee