I Want To Live

Despair has overwhelmed me;
I shout at God and beg for death.
But He doesn’t listen to me;
He gives me more undeserved breath.

Every day down here is dark;
Full of suffering and pain.
From this I want to disembark,
That I mightn’t know these things again.

Yet I do not want to die;
In truth I want to live.
Lord please hear my cry,
And remove me from this sieve.

It feels like I’m being sifted;
Threshed like wheat and trampled down.
Out this raging sea I must be lifted,
Or else I will sink and drown.

Lord Jesus please don’t tarry,
For I am feeble, weak and lame.
Me out this darkness please do carry;
Do not despise my shattered frame.

You too were born in weakness;
Though You’re eternal, from of old.
To come to us amidst life’s bleakness,
You did not think overbold.

You took on flesh to lift us up,
From death to life with You above.
With both hands clasped around the cup,
You wept and drained it down in love.

The cup was filled with righteous fury;
Your beard was ripped from your chin.
You faced the full brunt of Death’s flurry,
And devoured all our sin.

Sin and Death are now defeated;
The Serpent’s bite has lost its sting.
In heavenly places now we’re seated,
To reign with You our risen King.

The short life we live down here,
Though painful, tis’ a gift.
Whether distressed or full of fear,
Our failing hearts You do uplift.

Although this pressing darkness,
Seeks to crush and overwhelm,
Its breaking waves to me are harmless,
With Your hand at the helm.

Jesus thank you for this life,
And every struggle You’ve allowed.
For although with pain it’s rife,
I’ve found it’s true Your grace abounds.