Almighty Elohim, hear my mouring,
The music of my soul has been quieted.
I hear no mindful harps.
I feel no bodily drums.
Only that hateful silence echos within.
Of all the enemies Erebos had sent against me,
The most dangerous was myself.
El Shaddi, stir within me that joyous song!
That orphic pride that once consumed me!
Move me to tears and laughter.
Give me strength, for now I need it most.
To you I sing praise with my very being!
Even in this time of tribulation,
From they whom I love, once and still.
Abba! Father! El of the Sun!
An offering I give to you!
These mystic words, best left unspoken
I sing in reverent and heartfelt tones.
In this darkened room, on bended knee
This offering I give to thee.
A Psalm of sorrow and hope!
“As darkened brows will contemplate
Losing hope that day will break
Longing to see the Sun
Having gained a glimpse of joy
All will rise, and soon employ
Intrepid hearts, both man and boy
Losing hope and peace, no more
Surely you will bring us light
In brightest hour and darkest night
No sin shall give your heart a fright
For you have seen them all, in blight
O gracious King, the Lord of right
No misdeed shall escape your sight
In rightious anger, and glorious rite
All foes will quake and tremble!”
And in this darkest hour I have seen,
Your shining face still gazing down at me.