Song of the Victims

Shattered ere we were formed,

Broken ere we could cry,

Trembling within our beds

To some cruel lullaby;

Pain was our very air,

Confusion wrapped us round,

Yet, in our deepest hearts,

We still knew up from down.

Oh, we have been the crushed,

Yet we rise up again

Strong where we are most weak,

Dancing where we are lame.

Looking you in the eye,

You who would make us small,

We have a king who cares,

The Father of us all.

He did not leave us there,

Bleeding from bitter spite,

We are wrapped in his robe

Lifted into the light.

Lifted into the light,

Light shining burning clear,

Drinking so deep of love,

Learning to shed our fear.

Waiting until the dawn,

Waiting till Kingdom come,

Waiting that perfect morn

When we behold the Son.