On Our Head the Hand of Father Rests
On our head the Hand of Father rests.
Wake up, my brothers, much too long our sleep!
Two thousand years – was that not enough?
How long our status slave you want to keep?
Our breath is hard, we bend oppressed and stolen
from air even, water we need drink!
How long still, my so brave and valiant brothers,
The monsters yoke on our neck, you think?
We learned the Truth. We still digesting horrors,
our Godly mind can’t conceive at all!
We still distressed and lost, for not believing,
such monstrous evil, such enslavement goal!
On our head the Hand of Father rests.
Stand up as One, in unified force!
Awake our mind! Elevate our hearts!
STOP! say we all – and mighty change the course!
.
