We are small. We are empty.
We cry to the Lord.
We are strangers and aliens. We are misfits.
We cry to the Lord, the God of our ancestors.
We lay down our life, and we bow before you, our God.
The Lord hears us. God sees our affliction and our oppression.
The Lord will bring us out with a might hand and an outstretched arm.
All of us - and the aliens who live with us -- will celebrate God's bounty.


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