II Lyrics

Oh, the solitude of the bitter heart,
A seeming weakness,
Alerting every false god
To seek their prey.
Their wagers and offerings,
Alluring the inmost parts,
Fulfill everything but the soul,
Whose Author cannot be replaced.
And I have tasted Him,
I cannot be fooled
By wolves in sheep's clothing.
You bring forth much pleasure
And are almost good,
But you are not Him.
Oh, despair!
Where am I? Where are You?
Hear me yearn and pine.
Let Your kindness lead me on
To repentance, peace,
And safety.