I cannot see Your children

 

I Cannot See Your Children 

 

I cannot see Your children, Father, suffer!

I cannot see Your children, Father, cry!

I lift my arms to You: give me the courage,

unmask the madness of this hidden lie!

 

How full the measure! It is rushing, pouring

over the rim. How long endure the pain?

How long? How long still, wondrous Father gracious,

let ugly slavers ravage us and gain?

 

Oh, mad and cruel, the fate of Your children!

Wish to be strong, wish I master the Key!

O, give me, Father, the courage of heroes,

to free Your children, my brothers to free!

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