The Forsaken

Sufferance

The Forsaken


I am a man, who knows affliction 
From the rod of his anger 
The one whom He has led and forced to walk 
In darkness, not in the light 

The thought of my homeless poverty 
Is wormwood and gall 
Remembering it over and over 
Leaves my soul downcast within me 

But the lord's rejection, does not last forever 
Although He punishes, He forgives 
In abundance of His mercies 

You wrapped yourself in wrath and pursued us 
You slew us and took no pity 
You hid yourself into a cloud which prayers could not pierce 

Till the lord from heaven 
Looks down and sees 
My eyes torment my soul 
At the sight of all the daughters of my city 

Suffer... in ecstasy.