Sometimes, Lord, in all this noise
I’m afraid I can not hear your voice
echo in my ears
I hear phones ringing
instead of birds singing
to calm my rising fears.
There is the traffic rush
not a quiet hush
when I need to pray.
Or a loud alarm
That breaks the dawn
and starts the noisy day.
The factories clang
and hammers bang
a siren hurries by
I wonder, with my sin,
How can you, above this din,
hear my feeble cry?