Why Is It Lord?
By Frederick Blanchard
That You bring us to this hour,
Just to lie in the pit of lions?
Where they lick the sweat of our brow,
But yet they do not devour.
Have You not yet received,
The aroma of our soul’s many pains,
Or felt the raining from our pores,
Surely you know how our vitality wanes?
Has Your back turned to the four winds,
Rebuffing the flow of our prayer?
Let us once again be warmed by Your countenance,
And freed from this lion’s lair.
For we trust only in The Solid Rock,
Which is the base of our salvation,
In Your unfailing mercy and grace,
So in all things we give you all our adoration.