Instruct me in the way

You've chosen for me for my eyes always stare

Upon You Lord My God

My feet in the snare

Aware that You'd release me but if not then it's rare

I'm embarrassed of Your name

Feet growing lame

You wouldn't embarrass me would You?

I've thrown in my lot



I'm calling and

Please don't remain silent or I'll be like those who go down into the pit

Don't drag me there

With those who speak cordially with their neighbors but harbor malice in their hearts

And show no regard for what you have completed

If that's where I'm bound

You'll tear me down and never build me up again

To be a ghost town with no one else around