Declaration of Depence (Psalm 116)

Ensnared by death's cords, overcome,
I wrestled, pierced with sorrow's spears,
And though I wept, I sought, and found
A One who answers prayers of tears.

For when I called, I met his grace,
And when I trusted, found him true.
My feet set in a spacious place,
My soul, God has been good to you.

But when I first stretched out my hand,
Tests of affliction searched my soul,
Contested every step towards him,
All skies were storms, and no man bold.

But how can I repay the Lord,
And match his gifts, who touched the blind?
I will repay my promised word,
And seek his name, hold fast his hand.

Even death is precious, though I die,
Each death gives more obedience.
Link upon link behind me lies,
Each sin-cord cut, by sorrow sent.

And now I sacrifice with thanks
For what I had complaint before:
Grief's messengers, rank upon rank
Attend with grace heaven's open door.

Oh Lord, the cup you gave, refill,
And raise my sail to every wind.
My heart now claim for heaven's will,
As open towards Jerusalem.

God bless you,
Lee