 In darkness I seek my own source of light, relying instead on my imperfect might, wandering through my worries and pains, guilty of pride, and my broken remains, a reliance on self when my sin seems so sweet to do and be something I can't possibly meet. In my daily response I'll do better next time, but I'm tired, I'm weary, I'm broken, I'm fine. How long, oh Lord, will you hear my cry as if the lack of response is his, not mine? How long, oh Lord, like a wandering child, the foolish, the blind, the blame, the lies, not his, but mine? How long, oh Lord, it's the cry of the ages, but I bless you, oh Lord, because down through the ages you've never forgotten, you've never been blind, you've always been there, you're so patient and kind, my transgressions, my bents, my sins, my deceit, the cross covered it all through his hands and his feet. You've broken the bonds of our sin and our shame, give us deeper repentance from our sin, help us flee, give us hearts that can trust and give us eyes that can see, because I'm a child of the king, you're a son, you're a daughter, not beggars or forgotten, we have Christ the living water, your goodness, oh Lord, all his, not mine, your faithfulness, Lord, because this life isn't mine, because I'm his, his alone, I'm a child of the king, this is Jesus, my savior, my comfort, I sing, make my trust root deeper, awaken the sleeper, make my faith grow stronger, that your harvest be longer, how long, oh Lord, will you comfort my soul, the response from the Lord, forever, you're my reward, his love, his grace, his kindness, his favor, no blame, no lies, now the cross is my anchor, and when left on my own, I am destined to fail, but his love paid the price on that old rugged cross, and now we can shout it from the rooftops, because this is where the shame stops, this is my story, this is my song, and now the stone rolled away, all the saints gather to say, our savior is here, we're no longer in fear, the spirit is moving, and our Jesus is near, so brother, sister, son, daughter, there's a place at the table, he's the bread, he's the wine, the invitation to salvation, all his, not mine.