Psalm 22 Poem by Frank McEleny

I cry in the daytime
But you do not hear
I try to walk in faith
But I stumble in fear

My heart it melts within my chest
It seems like its made of wax
And all my bones are out of joint
As the enemy continually attacks

And then I lift my eyes on high
I see the God that heareth me
All glory to the risen King
For I was blind but now I see

I see the glory of the Lord
For He is high and lifted up
He is the lifter of my head
He is the filler of my cup!