L-rd, You hear our cries
that rise up to Your Throne,
Seat of Judgement
Each cry an appeal to Your love.

L-rd, You see our hearts
and know we go through the fire,
Crucible of refinement
Each heart a vessel for Your use.

L-rd, You formed our frames
and understand we are but dust,
Material of earth
Each of us a work of Your Hand.