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)
