David Novak - 115 lyrics

One must be strong; but, Father, it is hard, So hard when all about us we observe That falsehood and deceit seem to reward, While truth and faith most torture that most serve. This all have seen - and Justice only known By its heartwrenching absence in man¹s world, The ancient Confidence to heaven flown, Or else down to the craggy hellholds hurled. Yet, Lord, deliver me from the deserved, For what do I deserve but d**h most foul? Forgive me in that I have greatly swerved From Thine intent, and nearly lost my soul An hundred times, and body all unnerved - An hundred hundred times - Lord, keep me whole!