Spring 1975
Changed
__ J.M.

I have come, O Lord to a hard place.
I am trying hard to see Thy face.
I cry O Lord; deliver me
From the hand of the enemy.

What have I done to receive Thy wrath?
I know not direction, I’ve lost the path.
I cry O Lord; I cry to Thee,
Release me from the enemy.

I feel alone—you seem so far.
A veil has fallen—my vision to mar.
I cry O Lord; cause me to see
The devices of my enemy.

I’ve reached the end—I can’t endure.
I plead O Lord—no more—no more.
I cry for strength from Thee to me;
I seem engulfed by my enemy.

Help me to know Thy presence strong,
Caught up in Thee, for this I long.
I can but trust my life to Thee;
Defeat O Lord my enemy.

I look to Calvary—there you died.
It is finished now, you cried.
Then you rose that we might see
Victory over our enemy.

The work is done, all this I know;
But in my life these things must show.
I pray you work it now in me.
I will not serve my enemy.