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The people, betrayed by their leaders, offer a lament to God. The poetry form is Pensee. |
| Why Lord? Fists beat God's chest. Many preachers groomed lambs of our flock. Youths shamed by trust in those who led. Many betrayed believers shun God's sanctuary. My God Why are we forsaken? Have we not been faithful before you? Does not disgust at their deeds anger you? We cry out, "Purge our flock!" Oh, Lord We weep in sorrow. Heal our broken hearts with your justice. Punish the pedophiles who have raped our children. Show them your rage and torment. |