Don’t blame us for the sins of our parents.Hurry up and help us; we’re at the end of our rope.You’re famous for helping; God, give us a break.Your reputation is on the line.Pull us out of this mess, forgive us our sins—do what you’re famous for doing!Don’t let the heathen get by with their sneers:“Where’s your God? Is he out to lunch?”Go public and show the godless worldthat they can’t kill your servants and get by with it.