2 Samuel 22: 4-7

Such desolation and debris

The world is torn apart

And in its shattering it tore

A hole within my heart

The waves that broke the world in two

Welled up behind my eyes.

I weep in fear, I call to you,

Oh Lord, please hear my cries.

Oh let this all be just a dream.

How can such pain be true?

I’m lost within the whirling waves;

There’s nothing I can do,

But lift my voice to you, oh Lord,

And weep within my fears.

Dear Lord, please heed these tears I cry,

Let my pleas reach your ears.

Turn back the waves of grinding death,

Let my world rise anew,

That I may wipe my tears and stand

To build again in you.

2 Samuel 22: 4-7

 4 “I called to the LORD, who is worthy of praise,
   and have been saved from my enemies.
5 The waves of death swirled about me;
   the torrents of destruction overwhelmed me.
6 The cords of the grave coiled around me;
   the snares of death confronted me.

 7 “In my distress I called to the LORD;
   I called out to my God.
From his temple he heard my voice;
   my cry came to his ears.