Looked

I looked for one to build the wall,
Someone with the need,
To stand in the gap,
On behalf of the land,
But no one could I see.

So I'll pour out my wrath,
Upon their heads,
My fiery anger to consume.

So pray the Lord,
When His work is done,
And the dross has been removed,
The precious things,
The love it brings,
Will not be in the tomb.