I have seen those mountain springs,
I have seen the Seas,
I have seen your power,
In starting a pleasant breeze..
Fool us not with your tricks,
We can see beyond illusionary magic,
You call yourself God..can you stop what is tragic?
Where were you when people submerged
in the forcing floods and rain..
You say you feel all our Hurt..
Did you feel their dying pain?
Where were you when tremors rocked
and stole possesions and life of the people..
Were you painting stars and fathering flowers
Unable to hear the cries from the steeple
Where were you when countries marched
Brother against Brother?
We broke your mountains for roads..
were you distracted in creation of another..?
Everytime you fail Lord..
we begin to believe in greater things..
we begin to believe in money and power...
and other senseless wings, to be the bower..
For its not you who is our saviour at the final hour.
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