O God! My God!
O God! My God!
Come out from your shaded throne room,
Come out with muscled arm raised, with fisted strength ready!
Come to work on my behalf, on the behalf of your pioneer into the unknown.
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O God! My God!
Will you choose your weapons of strength or weapons of speed –
Weapons of truth or justice or even mercy, pray?
Which of your arsenal toys will you pick up to avenge me?
O God! My God!
This your world is old and tired and I your young-eyed one.
I look to you, my General, to lead the charge.
I wait and watch and listen for your bugle call to action, to choice.
O God! My God!
How will you move; which tack will you take
To speed the slowing of this miry, ramshackle path we find ourselves on?
Will you go this way or that? By day or shadesome night?
O God! My God!
I see your sinewy thigh, the banded knee which takes my place
At the head of your legions of thought and truth, of hope and righteousness.
I fall to the flank, unseen but still seeing, ever watching.
O God! My God!
Give me the reward I have earned, reward each according to what he has done!
I have been faithful and loved where I am left –
Which weapon will see my upturned heart righted?
O God! My God!
My vindication is in your sight, your eye is on my end!
And this one I loved I love still with your love.
This one will know what was given up when I was abandoned.
O God! My God!
I look to your thick-veined hand to do your justice by me
With the gentleness of truth, to take your wild wisdom and with every step
Show this one I love the truth of the choice made.
O God! My God!
We go together, O God, my God, into this unknown that is known to you.
I follow at your footstep, roll up our tents and weapons and march on
To slice into this wilderness of your will.
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