God, you are our father.
Liberator is your name.
Why do you let us wander from your ways,
our hearts harden, our souls sleep?
O that you would tear open the heavens
and come down, mountains quaking before you.
O God, you are our father.
We are the clay; you are the potter;
we are the works of your hands.
Isaiah 63.16-17, 64.4, 6-7