When I am feeling alone
My choice must be to A-Moan

Not just to grumble and curse
Or act out in ways that are worse
But rather to trust in His ways
And vocalize hymns of praise

My flesh, it does not like to die
Especially when there’s no “why”
That my poor reason can guess
For me to suffer duress

Yet that is when I need to trust
That I was made from the dust
To play the most glorious part
Of falling in love with His heart

Today I durst not fear; for God is with us