God cried for me

My spirit is all knotted up
My inmost being seeks utterance
But its all disjointed, confused and pain
I cried to God in unutterable silence
Hear my cry, I am your servant

And then God reached into my soul
with the cries of an oboe on the radio*
And I heard God cry, in me and for me
My soul is eased and affirmed in faith
And I cried, from the depths of my soul, in comfort

*Nessun Dorma