My God,
My God, why
have you forsaken
me?
The cries rise
up, surely, You hear,
each day,
your children,
howling to you
but, what
has changed, my
Lord? The
plight of the few,
has become, the
scourge, of the
many?
Your justice
reaches to the
heavens, your
mercy fills the
skies, surely,
You will deliver us,
and on that day,
may all the people
stand and
say,
He has done it!
Waves of fear
crash, startling
sound minds,
with a roar.
People scatter-
gulls in the
gale.
Look, to
the hills,
where does
my help come
from?
My help comes
from the Lord,
the maker
of heaven
and earth.
He who
formed us,
is Peace,
Joy, and
Love. Each,
and every
day.
Killed,
beaten,
held down-
spared,
constantly being made,
trying to turn you back
as you fly by
in a nick-
saved,
you heal
all wounds,
often wasted,
flooded with you,
and then, not
enough, we’re
so fickle,
us silly
humans,
let’s
hope, that
now, we’re
not out
of You.
reins havoc,
leashing the
dogs of
war.
la paz en nuestro tiempo,
el sueño de un anciano
nunca saber la paz
como joven hombre,
only
boyish
naiveté,
harmonic
illusions,
un
dia,
peut-être…
