One step to the grave
1My spirit is broken.I’m as good as dead.
There’s just one more thing to do:
Get me to the grave on time.
2I’m tired of listening to insults.
I’m weary of looking at angry faces.
3God, promise to stand by me.
Who else would?
4I can’t reason with these people anymore.
You’ve turned them against me.
You don’t get any points for that. [1]
5These people are like the guy who invites you to a party
When your kids are back home, starving.
I’m spit’s bullseye
6God, you turned me into a punchline,The laugh at the end of demeaning jokes.
These people spit on me
Because of what you did to me.
7Grief and its tears blur my vision
While my body shrivels into a shadow.
8Good and godly people look at me in disgust.
And they treat me like the sinner they think I am. [2]
9They go on their merry way,
Stronger in their faith
Because they don’t want to end up like me.
10Well, here they come again
For another walk by.
Not a brain with sense among them.
My time is up
11History is about all I have left.My future is busted,
My dreams are broken.
12I once dreamed in the darkness
For the daylight ahead.
But now, what’s the difference,
Sunrise or sunset? [3]
Job’s invitation to join him in the ground
13Who cares if I sayI’m going home to the grave, [4]
Where I’ll lie on a cushion of darkness?
14Who cares if I say
The Hole in the dirt is my dad,
And the worms are my mom and sister?
15Down there, where should I go for hope?
Where will I find my happy place?
16Would anyone like to join me
In the place of the dead,
On a short trip back into dust?
