Tell me O King,
Is this the holy vision?
Children born divided?
How can I love the stranger,
when there’s nobody here?
Do You hear the gates rattling?
Do You see them begging?
I’ve heard the tales and promises,
but dear G-d we need some relief.
I can’t bear to see the pain
of the man on the street.
I know You’re up there,
but I’ve been down here.
Do you see the things I see?
Do you see the dead bodies in the street?
I bear witness to You,
So bear witness to me.
Forgive me if it’s all a little much,
I know it is for me.
Yours is grandeur and splendor,
but take a minute, please.
Look down from Your holy abode,
and answer me please.
I’ve made room at the table,
but they haven’t made room for me.
Sin crouches at the door,
but I’m not it’s master.
They’ll kill me for loving.
for the very air I breathe.
Do You know why they do it?
They say it’s all for You.
So if it’s all for You,
then answer me please.
In the multitudes of voices,
all speaking Your name,
help me to find the silence in-between.
