BWV 639 Confession

Your crown is rough, Your throne is cold, Your kingdom is the Word,
I am walking on the path You carved out of my suffering.
I see the men who crave the world and its profane attraction,
Where power is a poison, and ambition takes its toll.

They build their towers to the sky on foundations of the weak,
A coming storm will wash away these vain, deluded plans.
I have seen all that is done beneath the dying sun,
It is meaningless, just chasing wind through empty hands.

The troubles of my heart enlarge,
My tears wash away the hatred I knew.
Turn to me, and show Your grace,
In the final hour, make my spirit anew...
For I am waiting here for You.

A broken heart cannot fly; it drags upon the stone,
But who decides the time to die, or walk this path alone?
Above all else, I guard my heart, the wellspring of my soul,
I take the cross and follow You, to finally be whole.

I call to You, my Lord, from the depths of my despair,
How many tears must I have shed to find Your presence there?
You are my witness, gathering my sorrows of the past,
My only fear is losing You when shadows fall at last.

The troubles of my heart enlarge,
My tears wash away the hatred I knew.
Turn to me, and show Your grace,
In the final hour, make my spirit anew...
For I am waiting here for You.