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Open Your ears unto me,
Incline Your ear to the flock;
Open Your eyes as to see,
The path we started to walk.
The One who leads all Your sheep,
Enthroned over Your angels;
Watching over as we sleep,
Burdened with all the troubles.
Wake up Your power to save,
Restore us with Your smile;
We have been a sinful slave,
Stop letting us defile.
How long will You be angered?
Smoldered against our prayer;
I confess we had argued,
With the commands you did share.
We ate tears for our food,
Drank our tears as we thirst;
Putting us in a bad mood,
Not thinking of neighbors first.
From Egypt, You brought a vine,
A new land, you made it grow;
Grapes having made the best wine,
Fertile land to which we sow.
You cleared the ground to take root,
Filled the land with cedar trees;
Other trees for the best fruit,
Where blew the gentle breeze.
It reached out to the river,
Branching out onto the sea;
Winter shield not to shiver,
From the coldness set us free.
But stone fences are torn down,
Passers by picking the fruit;
As farmers wearing a frown,
The taste of wine does not suit.
Come back O God unto me,
Please look on me with your face;
Look down from Heaven and see,
This vine in need of Your grace.
Copyright © 2017 Richard Newton Sherrer
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