O God, through this misery, be glorified.
Through my pain, lead me nearer your throne.
I am nothing, of no account.
Dust swept up by a breeze.
Soon, I fall back to earth.
O God, I am weary. I long for your rest.
Guide my way, Lord, to your dwelling.
Let me sit with you
be troubled no more
caught in your light.
Tale Told 