FATHER, FORGIVE THEM

Father, forgive them.

They know not what they do.

Father, forgive us.

We know not what we do.

They see me lying in the street

And never lend a hand;

The night goes by while they're asleep,

Yet I'm still in the sand;

And I cry each night for their blinded eyes,

That never, never seem to see. (Ch. 1)

They call me friend when they're in need,

I know it's all a sham,

For when my sufferings make me weep,

They simply wash their hands

And I'm left alone in despair to moan;

They'll never, never understand. (Ch. 2)

We crucified your Son in shame,

His message we ignored;

Though time has passed, we're still the same.

Indifferent as before;

And He dies each day in our hearts of clay;

O Father, teach us how to love. (Ch. 2)