I am no Psalmist

I am no Psalmist
With My broken wings
My voice cries out
Yet I still can sing
And tears I cry
For missing you
Is all I can think of
Tis all I do
Selah, this word
In the ancient Song
The break to continue
As my road is long
Does my voice still please you?
For seems it is all I have now
I will gladly sing eternally
If you will allow...
This I long for
For You my King
For Praising You alone and Worshipping
How I long to be free
To sing once more
With Happiness as I did before
I am no Psalmist,
I am terribly weak
I have made mistakes
Yet it is you I seek
Please find me a Lyre
Or Harp, or flute
And a gentle stream
Let me not be mute
Let the songs rise up
From the deepest springs
Of the caverns of my soul
For you My King