Clamor

When the soul has nowhere else to go
And no one else to look at
And tears are the sound of the heart
That voice that screams and cries for help
That sobs and begs for compassion

When the pain suffocates and reaches despair
Like a cold sword tearing apart
Help then becomes so present
For on Your cross the deliverance is

Be blessed, O God
Yours is the glory, to Your people brings victory
And anointing with Your power
For I know You are the same God
And in me You will work
In Your strong arm, I can rest