Listen to us God, do you hear your daughters cry
Do you hear your children beg for peace
Look to us God, do you see our outstretched arms
Do you see the tears fall down our cheeks?
We're losing hope, oh God, when we see our people die
When we see our brothers slain each day
Restore us to yourself, and return to us our joy
So our mourning will start to sing
You dwell among us, God, and you live in broken hearts
Your glory's in the least of these
In the ones we overlook, you're in the ones who we oppress
The outcast, sinner, poor, and meek
The adultress, the diseased, you're in the murder and theif
The ones who will betray, you're in the ones who've walked away
And you're calling us home to stay