Out of the depths I cry to you, oh Lord
Don't let my cries for mercy be ignored
If you keep a count of sins oh who would stand?
But you have forgiveness in your hands

And I've heard religion say you're to be feared
But I don't buy into everything I hear
And it seems to me you're hostage to those rules
That were made by religion and not by you

And I'm wondering will you ever get youself free
Is it bad to think you might need help from me?
Is there anything my little heart can do
To help religion share us with you?

For oh your like a ghost in your own home
Nobody hears you crying all alone
Oh you are the one truly voiceless one
They have their back turned toward you
For worship of gold and stone.

And to see you prisoner oh makes me weep
Nobody hears you screaming in the streets
And it's sad but true how the old saying goes
If God lived on earth people would
Break his windows.

I long for you as a watchman longs
For the end of night...

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Writer(s): TERRY OLDFIELD