Who has wrought the heavens?
And stuck us with a magic tree,
And let us kill and hate ourselves
Every day our souls to plea.
And who are we that cry so loud?
In the desert where we’re found
And why the faces full of tears?
As we struggle through these years.
Around we go
We jump and hop
We dance and sing
And then we stop.
Light falls from other planes
To make our burdens known
And He who came as us in form
Will come again some day.
Let the stones be silent now
As we cry in our great fear
He whose sword is drenched in blood
We pray his violence to draw near.