My soliloquy is a symphony unto the Lord, my King
Drenched in praise, hands are raised, Oh Most High, I sing!
Forgive me for selfishness, embellished humility, and idolatry
Have mercy on my ability to rehearse sinfulness repeatedly
Please visit those, under our nose, that endures much suffering
Even in distant lands the pain reprimands those under the regime
To say we need You, Lord is the finest of the understatements
Thank You for hearing, from the heavens, when tears are our statements
When trials purposes are overshadowed by the accompanying weight
When our hearts are heavy, and every pleasant thought arrives too late
We can recall that we serve the Lord Most High, compassionate, full of power
Lord, we trust You to meet our need in this hour
Drenched in praise, hands are raised, Oh Most High, I sing!
My soliloquy is a symphony unto the Lord, my King
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