Hineni, Oh Lord
Hineni, Oh Lord
Why this crooked game called life.
Created into a world so dark and broken
Living with pain and overwhelming strife
Wishing to erase words that were spoken
Hineni, Oh Lord
Hineni, Oh Lord
If you are the ultimate of kings
The true physician that can heal
Why must I always be weak and hurting
I long to live my life without the pain I feel.
As the creator of the universe
and all the living creatures that exist
Why is it the earth got the curse?
Why does so much hate and war persist?
Hineni, Oh Lord
Hineni, Oh Lord
I know you are the Supreme being
the comforter in times of conflict
It's your blood that gave us a cleansing
from the turmoils sin would inflict
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