My Last Night

Last night I cried out to God with all of my might I cried out to Him in anger and fright Complaining for my lowered state That has made me an uttter disgrace My sins lay plainly before his eye's And yet I say that He cannot dispise For His love often visits me and covers me with grace in time of need When help comes it's His face I see But these little salvations I judge them be My daily bread that He provides for me Under warm covers from cold I flee My rememberance of Him who let's me be me I sit in His school of learning, burning I walk without limping as I sometimes did I am loved when I was so lonely And Jesus has forgiven me of my sin Knowing where to start I cannot begin Yet I want more of God and He wants more of me Oh my Lord, what must I be! What is this thing that I cannot see That keeps me in this poverty How long must I endure this sifting I cherish the wisdom given me that keeps me from a deeper pit But I still wonder my way unlit Challenged by His unmatchable wit I turn to Jacob and his thigh Who once fought God and did not die Like Jacob, I will also cry And wait for God my soul says I