Hear my cries, attend my prayer, listen like you’re really there.
On this day of my distress, I need answers now, express!
All too quickly my days pass, and I wither much like grass.
Sleep deprived, and foe beset, I’m too wasted to eat bread.
Other people suffer, too, trust their futures, God, to you.
When it’s time you’ll rise up, then, make our homeland great again.
Write it down for distant years, when our childrens’ children fear
that the Lord looked on the doomed, set them free and gave them room.
Earth’s foundation you have laid, and the heavens you have made.
These will perish, you’ll endure. May our children live secure.
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Source: Psalm 102
Text: © David Alexander, 2020