You Order the Days, and We Are Willfully Blind

You order the days, the seasons,

You provide all of the reasons

For living beneath this sun

Toward you we all do run

(Sometimes)

And long to be with you

While upon the ground the dew

Still glistens and shines in the morning light

While all the world and all in it seem right.

(Where we live)

We all know, O Heavenly Father,

That some of your children are cruel and do not bother

To make things right and good and warm 

Especially for those who have received much harm.

(We are willfully blind)

Our sisters and brothers are still oppressed

By the oppressors still obsessed

With the best seats of honor and fame

Giving pretend glory to your name

(Our biases intact)

While the poor and the broken

Are seen by the world as a mere token

Of those that you long ago said

Would be with us always, even when we lay our heads

(Out in the margins they)

Upon the clean sheets and pillow cases

Of those of us who are higher than other races

Claiming that which we did not earn

Clutching that for which people yearn

(We do sleep well)

To be loved, honored, and respected

To feel stomachs full and no one neglected

While we trod upon this earthly sod

Until we face our eternal God.

(Forgive us if You please)