(A song for pilgrims on the road up to Zion.)
I keep my eyes fixed on you
As you sit on heaven’s throne.
Like a butler serving royalty,
Like a waiter at the best restaurant,
Each keen-eyed and attentive,
So we fix our eyes on Yahweh our God,
Waiting for his approving nod.
Show us you approve of us, Yahweh.
We need your approval,
Your favor.
We’ve been so showered with contempt.
Our souls are soaked with the disdain
Of snobs taking their leisure.
We’ve been drenched with the contempt
Of violent rich.