One, Two, Three...Basic

the pained Psalmist knew where to look

Not here is the help Not here is the rescue But looking above Like the servants in hope Awaiting a Master Of Heavenly mercy Eyes straining upward Our wounded hands grope. Here we find greed And cowardly slander Taskmaster’s whip And bigotry’s curse Luxury judging The struggling one’s battle Gossip and grabbing And other things worse. Come Lord of Ages And rescue your darlings End the oppression And make your power known. Vindicate now all the Simple and trusting Dress them in righteousness Drawn to your throne. (Consider the mighty agenda of Psalm 123)