Sometimes I wonder

Why you sent the flood

Could the good world you made

Have really gone that bad?

 

But when I put the question to you

And take a good look around

At all of us devouring one another

I know it breaks your heart

 

If I refuse to hide my eyes

I feel the crushing weight

Of all our sin against the oppressed

As the tears rain down I think

Maybe it’s a glimpse

Of where the flood came from

 

But the story doesn’t end there

You rescue and redeem

Washed, we begin anew

 

Before long it all unravels again

History repeats itself

But you keep your promise

To work with us as we are

 

Then the fathers in Egypt

become the enslaved

for 400 years they cry out for help

And you delivered them

 

But where is Moses now?

It’s been 400 years!

When will you come and deliver

those we have enslaved?

I’m so ashamed of my heritage

 

I hear you say

The story isn’t over

You have been fighting for them

all of this time

through salty people,

mostly unnamed

And I’m welcome to join you

You choose to include us

Your mercy goes that far

 

My story’s far from over

But long after I’m gone

Your story will keep repeating

To free the oppressed

To humble the proud

 

I want to be silent

Until you give me voice

For I’ve nothing to prove

or justify before anyone

 

But you are never silent

Your Word created

Your Word inhabited

earth, body and soul

Your Word will always be

There’s no end to your story