Oh my God moves mountains
though they are faithless
He brings the earthquake
and walks on the sea
At His word the sun stops
and the stars stand trembling
He does dazzling works
His marvels are countless
Yet He slips by me
soft as a spring
He strikes like a hawk
and who can stop him
How shall I plead
with the Master of Monsters
When my God stikes against me
again and again
When even one breath
is too much to ask
How shall I plead
what court is great enough
How can I stand upright
to His crushing word
Innocence won't defend me
against the Great Blinder
If indeed I am innocent
how can I be sure?
