A Showing Forth

Open my lips, O Lord

How could I be so blind as to complain
Against the One who knows my very heart? 
The One who for me bore the sharpest pain
The One, the Lamb, for suffering set apart.
How can I, so ungrateful, raise my voice?
How can I call His wisdom into doubt?
With every in-drawn breath, I ought rejoice;
Each exhale bear with it a festal shout.
My Christ, give unto me a heart of prayer,
Fill my mouth with praise, reject complaint,
Drive far from me the spirit of despair, 
Give unto me Thy joy, without restraint. 
          Come rule in me, my King. O, end this strife. 
          Today, again, my Lord, I choose Your life.