PAINFUL QUESTIONS
You that watches over our souls,
Our designer and able Creator,
You that sees through darkness,
Grant open gates to our prayers.
We've been shaken and tossed,
From far North to other poles,
Our sleep has more of nightmares,
Humans do threaten our days.
We know every place of refuge,
But none is as safe as with you,
We know every underworld priest,
But none we do seek for like you.
We won't go into their secret paths,
We won't turn to them with arms,
We won't seek for their sinful blood,
Those are all yours to revenge.
What are the wicked to you Lord,
That you shield them for so long?
What are the simple to you Lord?
That they are always victimized?
The abuse on the good is much,
Not that they are so powerless,
They don't lack skills of voilence,
But the gospel makes them calm.
What curse is in worshipping you?
What blessing to all that revolts?
How long before our pains cease?
Or is it until we exit life's gate?
The protection you promised us,
Was it in being caught by evil?
Those promises you made to us,
Can our corpses testify on them?
How gentle can we resolve to be,
When everything wishes for our lives?
How will Heaven be full of praises,
If we sail away from earth in tears?
Days of wickedness are numbered,
How long before their final close?
Are they not taking over the land?
What is left for good to inherit?
How then should we pray to you,
In languages none understands?
What style should our cry choose,
Open mouths, or silent whispers?
Many are sick, dead in numbers,
And many more have lose hope,
When will your house be filled again,
Or are you ready to create us new?
Are all these from our sins,
Can't you please forgive us,
If these are to punish us,
Will Hell still welcome us?
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