A lament, inspired by the persecution of Christians in Orissa, India, but equally applicable to any of the many parts of the world where persecution is rife.
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How long, O Lord, shall the wicked stand?
How long will they crush your people?
When will this suffering ever end?
How long 'til your Kingdom comes?
But you, O Lord, are a mighty tower.
Be their refuge and their hope.
No throne can stand against your power
O Sovereign Lord.
How long, O Lord, shall injustice reign?
How long 'til the slave finds freedom?
When will the poor ever have a voice?
How long 'til your Kingdom comes?
But you, O Lord, are a mighty tower.
Be their refuge and their hope.
No throne can stand against your power
O Sovereign Lord.
We look to you, ever-faithful God
We look to your word to guide us.
You call us, Lord, as your hands and feet
to stand 'til your Kingdom comes.
For you, O Lord, are a mighty tower.
Be their refuge and their hope.
No throne can stand against your power
O Sovereign Lord.
O Sovereign Lord