Whipping Post
I been run down, I been lied to.
I don’t know why I listened and made myself a fool.
In all of my tryin, he stood to accuse,
And now in one of my darkest hours
He says that I’m gonna lose.
Sometimes I feel, sometimes I feel,
Like I been tied to a whipping post,
Tied to a whipping post,
Tied to a whipping post,
Good Lord, I feel like I’m dyin.
I hope for Your help, but so far there’s no sign.
Maybe today, says this faith of mine.
I struggle with sorrow when again You don’t come.
Nothing seems to change; hard times stay the same
And I can’t run.
Sometimes I feel, sometimes I feel,
Like I been tied to a whipping post,
Tied to a whipping post,
Tied to a whipping post,
Oh Lord, can you keep me from dyin?
‘My help will come; I did hear your plea.
I need you to trust and listen to me.
I’ll give you My peace and protect you each day.
Though nothing seems to change, I will sustain,
While I make a way.’
Sometimes I feel, sometimes I feel,
Like He was tied to the whipping post,
Tied to the whipping post,
Tied to the whipping post,
Oh Lord, to keep me from dyin.
Hunger and Thirst 
And I can hear the tune running in my mind. Nice.