Not here is the help
Not here is the rescue
But looking above
Like the servants in hope
Awaiting a Master
Of Heavenly mercy
Eyes straining upward
Our wounded hands grope.
Here we find greed
And cowardly slander
Taskmaster’s whip
And bigotry’s curse
Luxury judging
The struggling one’s battle
Gossip and grabbing
And other things worse.
Come Lord of Ages
And rescue your darlings
End the oppression
And make your power known.
Vindicate now all the
Simple and trusting
Dress them in righteousness
Drawn to your throne.
(Consider the mighty agenda of Psalm 123)
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