by Anita Edwards
Oh Lord, You see us on our knees,
Made humble by some falling trees.
And thus our voices cry to thee—
Please, grant us electricity:
At finger’s touch, a spark divine
(The inspiration wholly Thine)
That chills the food and lights the light,
And makes the clothing clean and bright!
We promise, Lord, we will be good,
And treat our neighbors as we should.
We won’t revile the ones who got
Their power back, when we have not.