Mystified

Why are you down in the dumps, dear soul? Why are you crying the blues?
Fix my eyes on God – soon I’ll be praising again.
He puts a smile on my face. He’s my God.

When my soul is in the dumps, I rehearse everything I know of you,
Then God promises to love me all day, sing songs all through the night!
My life is God’s prayer.

Sometimes I ask God, my rock-solid God, “Why did you let me down?
Why am I walking around in tears, harassed by enemies?”
They’re out for the kill, these tormentors with their obscenities,
Taunting day after day, “Where is this God of yours?”

Why are you down in the dumps, dear soul? Why are you crying the blues?
Fix my eyes on God – soon I’ll be praising again.
He puts a smile on my face. He’s my God.

Clear my name, God; stick up for me against these loveless, immoral people.
Get me out of here, away from these lying degenerates. I counted on you, God.
Why did you walk out on me? Why am I pacing the floor, wringing my hands over these outrageous people?

Give me your lantern and compass, give me a map, So I can find my way to the sacred mountain, to the place of your presence, To enter the place of worship, meet my exuberant God, Sing my thanks with a harp, magnificent God, my God.

Why are you down in the dumps, dear soul? Why are you crying the blues?
Fix my eyes on God – soon I’ll be praising again.
He puts a smile on my face. He’s my God.

Psalms 42-43

Wait for me… Lift me.
I will soon be praising again… He’s my God…

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