Where are you, oh despair? You've escaped from the common grave And suspended above ground, you rain hopelessness I have no rest from the emptiness caused by loss and resentment Where are you, enslaver of minds? Why must you live in me? Maker of images fashions the idols Working the coals and engraving the stone Forming creation like deities designing Kneeling before them and rendering devotion Trapped in a maze, confined inside Hope cast aside, times of dismay Fashioning carvings to satiate hunger Slavishly serving the mute artifact Tiring labor, exhausting and draining Patterns the structure that must be demolished Trapped in a maze, confined inside Trust cast aside, exhausted Trapped in a maze, confined inside Hope cast aside, bewildered Answer my question this day! Blessed he who reads aloud sacred words of prophecy Consecrated those who hear, treasure them, the time is near Once we stare into the distance across the sea of death If justified, we must reject the stain of sin we've shed Once we press on through the path, the road that lies ahead The strength of God will sanctify the Spirit led Yet while I'm here, terror falls by my side Anxious concerning those events of the past Stricken by a grief so immense in extent Displeasure resulted from bitter providence The Lord dominates His creation And obliterates all false worship Take me out of this place Agony follows anguish Ominous day of Christ, final vengeance, victory is sealed with salvation I call out to the heavens wondering if you are there He renews the earth, restoration No more suffering, yes, Amen