Your body, the world, is being despoiled
The people who serve You have died
at the hands of the violent, the greedy, the wicked.
Those now in power are devouring all that is good
How long, O God, how long?
Aren’t you furious?
Please forget our sins, and meet us with compassion
For we have been brought low.
Your absence from this scene
makes doubt steal into our hearts
and gives cynics a field day.
Make yourself known to us, O God
For we are your people and your hands in the world.
We will give thanks for whatever you give us
And praise Your name for our whole lives.
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