in the breaking

This is not the way it was to be,
Not the way it was to end.
A blow to the face,
A slap from the hand of a friend.

Was it for this I gave myself?
Was this the return I sought?
A curse from behind,
My foes laugh, they gloat from afar.

Where are you, O Lord?
Why do harsh words prevail?
Who will plead my case, defend my honour?

Vindicate me, O Lord.
O Hand of History, reveal my heart,
Even if none else see.
Vindicate me, O Lord.

I wait for You here,
In the breaking.

sč
KL, February 2nd, 2007