Psalm 88
Monday Morning Washing in His Word
Psalm 88
O Lord
Hear me
My night
Cries and
My sighs
O Lord
Troubled Soul
Forsaken one
You placed
Me here
In these
Dark depths
In these
Deep pits
Heavy wrath
Overwhelming waves
Companions shun
My horror
Dimmed eyes
Through sorrow
Hands outspread
I cry
O Lord
O Lord
Work wonders
For me
Shadowed shades
Abaddon’s grave
Darkness hides
Your help
O Lord
I cry
Each morning
I pray
O Lord
Lift me
Reveal Your
Good face
Terror driven
I’m desperate
Your dread
Assaults me
O Lord
O Lord
