The truth does not set free—
It leads us out of the narrows
And into the open desert
That we may put down our chains
And serve there Something Else.
And when we have arrived
At the shore opposite servitude,
It lets loose mighty waters behind us
Drowning the shouts of our Pharaohs
And blocking the way of retreat.
Our God who is Truth Itself—
Let loose the bonds of ignorance
That surround us, still, each day,
And let our feet not falter
As we strive to follow Your call.
May we not cover our ears,
Though the sound of Your voice may scare us,
But accept the yoke of Your justice
And sing as our ancestors did:
“Who is like You, the Eternal among the mighty?
Who is like You, majestic and holy,
Awesome in praises, working wonders?”
