Oh God
Creator of heaven and earth
Who took our hands as infants
To guide and protect.
Oh God My God
Why do we choose the way of the wicked
And deny your name true?
We take what you have made
By your own two hands,
Like a potter,
And try to make sense of it
Only to deny it to be yours.
Why do we walk in the way of the wicked
And deny the truth in your light?
We spend our lives on the move
But can?t take a second to praise your name.
Oh God
Creator of heaven and earth.