When you find all the words you should pray quite absurd And the hope you once preached is eluding you When you sing from your heart of the depth of the dark And the psalms you recall speak of faithlessness "Out of the depths, I cry to you!" When the heat of life's sun scorches all you've begun And old certainties fade with the morning mist Do not fear, do not scare, make this doubt your true prayer And you'll find that your words join the Son of Man's "Out of the depths, I cry to you!" From the cross, he cried out with those words of your doubt And he cries with you now in your loneliness So learn suffering's place in the darkness of Grace Let that absence draw faith from your restless heart "Out of the depths, I cry to you!"