Our God, we know you came
And left us not the same
But hope from silence drips
As day by evening slips
Oh, let us hear our name
From your lips
The mountains shook with fear
Words thundered from the seer
But quiet now the song
From shadows growing long
We want to you be near
And belong
You are still our father
Still of clay the Potter
Don't let us fall to drown
Replace our filthy gown
Love your rebel daughter
And come down
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