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