My soliloquy is a symphony unto the Lord, my King

Drenched in praise, hands are raised, Oh Most High, I sing!

Forgive me for selfishness, embellished humility, and idolatry

Have mercy on my ability to rehearse sinfulness repeatedly

Please visit those, under our nose, that endures much suffering

Even in distant lands the pain reprimands those under the regime

To say we need You, Lord is the finest of the understatements

Thank You for hearing, from the heavens, when tears are our statements

When trials purposes are overshadowed by the accompanying weight

When our hearts are heavy, and every pleasant thought arrives too late

We can recall that we serve the Lord Most High, compassionate, full of power

Lord, we trust You to meet our need in this hour

Drenched in praise, hands are raised, Oh Most High, I sing!

My soliloquy is a symphony unto the Lord, my King