Some day (please, God, soon) this song will be sung in the land of Rebecca:
We have a welcoming home; there God offers us security like a mother’s strong arms.
Let us forever open wide our mothering arms, so that the forsaken who keep faith may find refuge.
Those of steadfast mind You keep in peace— in peace because they trust in You.
Let us trust in the Lady Wisdom forever, for in God we have an everlasting mother.
For She has brought low the self-righteous inhabitants of the height;
the lofty glittering city of priestly privilege She lays low.
She lays it low to the ground, casts it to the dust.
Her foot tramples it, opening its streets and churches
To the feet of the poor, the steps of the needy,
To the voices of the silenced, the cries of the abused.