LORD You have consumed this people.

By Your mighty right hand,

This people has been broken.

Return us, oh my God, to the ground on which we stand.

I beseech you, bring the end.

Israel has returned to the high places,

Each tribe praising foreign faces.

Inhale the Spirit you breathed into us.

LORD, please return us to the dust.

I lament over her.

I lament over us.

I lament all of this.

I lament all of the sin.

Your daughter has fallen again.

Your unblemished sheep,

caught in a valley steep.

Won’t You come to rescue her?

Lead us by the fire at night.

Lead us in the cloud by day.

Lead us, Lord, we’ve gone astray.

Nothing would mean more to me.

Turn Your face for we’re unworthy.

Our filthy rags are far too dirty.

Oh, Lord, won’t You please show us mercy?

Though Your Name You’ve found us cursing?

Abram pled for You to spare,

If a single righteous was found there.

I plead to you now, my LORD,

Bury us with the Son, You bore.

The faithful will endure.

Your call will give us life once more.

The graves with fill with graceful light.

And Your People will live forevermore.

Selah!

(Location: the ground on which we stand. I didn’t make that very clear I guess. Sorta.)