We have heard the old folks say, what God did back in the day,
cleared the space to set them free, handed them the victory.
It was God, not guns or guts. Those two things they did not trust.
Since the foes had bit the dust, give God thanks is what we must.
Lately, God, it seems not so. With our armies you don’t go.
For a pittance we’ve been sold, not like in the days of old.
Other nations, other folks, look at us as if we’re jokes.
We can find no resting place. All day long it’s just disgrace.
We can’t see where we’ve gone wrong. Why we are no longer strong.
God, you know what’s in our hearts, what we do with all our parts.
But like sheep we have been led, to where others make us dead.
God, you’ve promises to keep. Rouse yourself, awake from sleep.
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Source: Psalm 44
Text: © David Alexander, 2020
Tune: Tichfield, Public Domain
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