Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Oh, Misery

Oh misery
I hate your company
I’m thinking you must be
A cruel thief
Oh misery
Look what you’ve done to me
I’m sinking hopelessly
Within your grief

You are a heartless foe
And you torment me so
No matter where I go
You weigh me down
You’re like an iron shroud
A heavy thunder-cloud
In sad defeat I’m bowed
Beneath your crown

Oh misery
Can someone set me free?
Oh surely there must be
Another way
Ah yes, One hope remains
He breaks your iron chains
Holy, Supreme, He reigns
Turns night to day

Oh misery
He holds the only key
To glorious victory
For Him I grope
He is the King of kings
Ruler of everything
God alone will bring
Eternal hope

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Janet Martin

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