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For Lack Of

-From the Passover musical that I wrote, "On Eagles' Wings." My sister Amy Grace helped me with this. This was the song of the Hebrew slaves in Egypt-

Each day we wake
Before dawn’s break
And go out to the field
If bone you break
No rest you take
We’re longing to be healed

From day to day
We have no say
About what we shall do
You must obey
Whate’er they say
And if you don’t, poor you!

And we toil during sickness
And we toil during pain
And however hard we work we know
That we’ll receive no gain

And we’re aching from the hardship
And we drag our feet and mope
And we pine away for lack of–-

Throughout each day
We stomp on clay
We shake our heads and sigh
Our legs are sure
They can’t stomp more
We force them to comply

In heat and cold
More bricks we mold
Our work can’t satisfy
If thirst, no sip
Mistake, then whip
Are rules we’re living by

And we toil during heartache
Through the harshest heat and then
Even when the work is done we know
That work will come again

And we long to leave this nightmare
With our lives we barely cope
And we ache all day for lack of–-

One more brick to make
One more step to take
One more stinging lash
One more ugly gash
One more piercing yelp
One more cry for help

And we rise before the sunrise
And we work until sun’s set
And still even in the darkness
Somehow work will find us yet

And we search around for some wise way
To loose the tyrant’s rope
But we can’t; we cry for lack of–-

Yes, we rise before the sunrise
And we work until sun’s set
And still even in the darkness
Somehow work will find us yet

And we search around for some wise way
To loose the tyrant’s rope
But we can’t; we cry for lack of–-

Hope! The word is hope!

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