Texty: Halo Friendlies. Cry Of Job.

sifted out like grain
touched by the fire again
the day turns into darkness
i drown my despair

where is my hope and comfort?
do i have strength of stone?
i long to see your face
take me out of this place

teach me and i will be quiet
show me where i have been wrong
how painful are honest words
what do your arguments prove?

surely i speak of those things

i do not understand
therefore i despise myself
and repent in dust and ash

where is my hope and comfort?
do i have strength of stone?
i long to see your face
take me out of this place