When I need you most
You’re never there.
When times of trouble strike
You stand far away.
Why do you leave, Lord?
Where do you go?
See the arrogance of the wicked,
See them pursue the poor.
Let them fall in their own traps!
If you are God,
Punish the wicked.
Don’t let them prosper.
They are greedy for gain,
They renounce your holy name.
“There is no God,” they say.
Yet their ways prosper.
They do not seek you,
Yet they never face judgment.
As he works his evil,
He mocks God almighty,
Saying “God has forgotten.
He has hidden his face,
He will never see me.”
Prove him wrong, Lord!
Arise, arise, oh Lord!
Lift up your hand,
Strike the wicked down.
Forget not the afflicted.
Don’t let the wicked mock,
Don’t let them thrive.
May the words of the wicked
Be proven wrong:
Show that you will judge,
Show that evil will pay.
You have not forgotten.
You have seen our story.
You help the fatherless.
You hold the helpless.
You do see what happens.
Who am I to command?
Who am I to judge you?
I know not what I say.
Lord, you will avenge.
You will make the wicked pay.
I will watch you break their arms.
You rule an eternal kingdom
In which the afflicted will prosper
And men of earth will wither.
You hear the desire of the afflicted.
You will strengthen their heart;
You will incline your ear
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