Description
words and music by Greg Scheer
text based on Psalm 55
copyright 2017
Listen to my prayer, O God, please hear:
troubled thoughts rise from a heart of fear;
Fear of those who would undo my days—
the whispers, stares, contempt, the lies and rage.
Oh, that I had wings,
Oh, that I had wings to fly,
Oh, that I had wings to fly away.
Malice seeks its prey, it roams the streets.
Night and day, it prowls— there is no peace.
God, please let the innocent escape,
while schemers writhe within the traps they’ve laid.
Oh, that I had wings…
Bracing for the sword of foe’s attack,
feel the steel of dagger in my back.
Why have you betrayed me, oh my friend?
The one with whom I’ve shared the wine and bread?
Oh, that I had wings…
Night and day, I pray, O God, please hear:
troubled thoughts rise from a heart of fear.
Every care that weighs upon my soul
is safe with you, please keep me safe, O Lord.
Oh, that I had wings…
Reviews
There are no reviews yet.