Thy pitiful humans
thy know what thou hath done
thou came from thy ground
thou soul all undone
Thou wonderd thy earth all witherd and torn
And thy blood hath been shed by thy pitiful thorn
Thou weep and thou try
Thy irony seen
From father to child
Such pity and woe
For why you ask is this, why thy trouble some show?
For this those who are wise shurly should know
He gave us life, love, and trust
We thought him a fool
Thy right thou had to spit on us on us Oh Lord!
while we hammer our tools
Why thy donst not?
He loves us still so
Even though we ignore him and question what he knows
We are thy children, he thy father
He loves us, and charishes us, and cares for us so
MY LORD YOU ARE THY WILL AND THY WAY I SHALL GO!