Just as we are, few words to say,
for children’s blood was shed today.
For friends and families in Santa Fe,
O Grieving God, we come, we come.
Around us wait — unseen, unheard
a nation’s students with march and word.
This nation’s heart of guilt uncured
O Angry God, we come, we come.
Just as we are, by congress tossed
so many bribed, too many lost,
till every high school lifts a cross,
O Suffering God, we come, we come.
For those who weep — we hope, believe.
For those still wounded — bless, relieve.
Yet those who work may change achieve
If Justice God, you come, you come.
based on the public domain lyric by Charlotte Elliott