I have much been conceited

I have much been conceited
In my heart been defeated
By the storms that rage
Round the wires of this cage

This desert toil
Has worn me thin
And oft my sin
Has toyed
To do me in

Oh wretched soul that I am
Where can thy shade be found
When might a cool breeze
Come to appease

Though oft in doubt
And restlessness about
My soul desires
Thy steadfast love

In this desolate place
Surround me in thy
Oasis of grace
May cleanse my feet
Of all their deceitful ways

No other way but thine
Whether to death
Find I the divine

Thy vine shall
Restore me
Thy love
Shall I feed

For no earthy riches
Do I need
For thy treasures
Are beyond compare

Thy truth conquers
All despair
Thy light
Reveals

My hope
Yet remains
For all my earthly pains
Are but shards
From thy cross

My debt full
And paid
Thy sacrifice made
My joy complete
When at last
To fall at thy feet

-Joshua Lee Foist