Beside The Chariot

We used to sit along the path
And listen to words of passers by.
They spoke the speech of many tongues,
But no speech that could our tongue untie.

Every person's voice we heard:
Some sounded cruel, others kind.
But the form of their hearts we could not see,
Because to their hearts our eyes were blind.

And with a flood one day,
Upon this river were heard a roar.
Someone speaking the words of a king,
It was the voice of someone we heard before.

'Take pity, Son of David!
On these worms sitting on the shore.
May we see the things your eyes behold,
May we walk your path forevermore.'

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They beside the chariot…
Who are they that rule the tide?
It is them that search the hearts of men,
From whose eyes we cannot hide.