Can you listen to a friend, or are you still unable?
I can still remember when the weak would come stumbling to listen to you.
It seems that now some hard things have been laid upon your table
Your turn has come and now you're stumbling, too.

Left swinging from a rope--is that the fate of the innocent man?
You're clinging to the hope surely somehow your integrity stands
Trouble comes and misery grows in fields where they are planted
Those who cultivate them perish in the end.

In the deepest dark of the night, a word came whispered to me
In dread and trembling fright, on the wind, I heard a voice speak
"Can any man be right or pure before the Lord who made him?
Surely everyone deserves to be forsaken."

Ah! But I would still seek God! I would speak to God.
For he injures...but he binds.
He strikes...but his hands will heal you.
He'll rescue you six times...
And on the seventh no harm will touch you.
I would still seek God. I would still seek God.