Half-Handed Cloud

The unbelievers seem to have it good And I envied arrogance when I saw their prosperity They've no struggles, free from burdens Common to mankind with lives that shine resplendently Pride is their necklace They deck themselves out in violence The con

From lips of children You'll be praised We see the heavens raised To make room for Your glory A generation that's to come Will make up songs and hum The details of your story Your years go through all generations Why do you bother with mankind? Of ol