The ancient before, i plead to recognize
the assembly of holy resolute, favorable victory in His boastful name
Turn your song to me...to me
Bend low to consider my disconsolate

with surroundings torn in modern demise
foes rejoice, beneath the children lie
Lord who can consider your name when we are traveling so painfully blind
Ancient fathers of wisdom...truth
I long to touch the spike of burning decrees that bare the burden of understanding.
repentance draw near before my death, before the substance is near bring repentance