When are you coming back
from the desert?
I know the sand is like a tablet
waiting for your hand.
I know the wind obeys your voice,
but no one stares or laughs.
But here in your city, Lord,
we're dying every day.
The factories take our lives,
the soldiers take our pay.
We look at the ones we love
and don't know what to say.
I know why you had to go.
Don't stay away.
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Am going to use in lenten study...great stuff.
Waiting for the music to fit the lyric.
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