The Cry of My Awakening Heart

She got put in jail for having her pants on just a little too tight

Forty lashes on her back tonight

and I'm a thousand miles away

feeling almost helpless in the fact that all I can do is pray

Lord, reach out your hand to her

cover her hurt

as she asks why you have forsaken her

as I ask why you have forsaken her

God why have you forsaken these who are weak and in need?

Help it make sense in my head, please

I just don't understand

I want to help her, God

If they'd even let me take just one of her lashes God, I would

If they'd let me tend to her, mend her bloody cuts God, I would

Tell me how I'm supposed to lay down comfy tonight with her in the front of my mind

or how I'm supposed to take a bite of my heated meal

without first hurting for the ones who haven't had

anything hit their stomachs in days?

If all I can do is pray, God, hear me now

Hear me loud

Save your children from the grip of sickness, hunger and slavery

Hear their hearts cry out for saving and save, God

Hear oppression in every whip that cracks on their backs

and every butt of a gun that is run into the head of one

who refuses to fight in a war against his brother

And God, let America know we ain't the only ones in this world

No, there are others

Not just a select few

Oh, God, if they knew

If they only knew that the majority of mankind

sleeps in poverty right now

We think we're the normal ones but if we look at the rest of the continents

we'll see that poor is normal

and we're actually the weird ones

Closets full of clothes

We're the weird ones

One car for every member of the family

We're the weird ones

Two parents, a full house and in the kitchen a meal cooking to eat with forks and knives and top off the night with a hot shower

We're the weird ones!

God, you know I'd trade all my cozy rights of USA today

to become poor and normal

But for so many reasons this ain't the season just yet

So I'll wait on you to change the weather

For now

I'll cry out for the woman with forty lashes awaiting her

and I'll pray the floodgates of Heaven open up

and fill my cup along with the cup

of many who share pain

God, do not let my cry be in vain