Hear the Prisoner's Sigh

Traditional country communal lament, 66 BPM, 3/4, D minor, Bubba unmistakably MALE low mournful baritone; Darlene unmistakably FEMALE aching mountain-gospel alto, solo second verse, Acoustic guitar, crying pedal steel, bowed upright bass and sparse gospel piano, minimal brushes, New Dm-Bb-Gm-A7 movement, not a recovered signature, Begin dry and exposed; allow silence after devastation imagery, Short steel solo, small subdued choir only for the closing vow, No yodel, comedy or jaunty swing; grief and covenant pleading remain central

[Intro - Acoustic guitar; crying steel] [Verse 1 - Bubba, male solo] Strangers entered Your inheritance, Left Jerusalem in heaps; They defiled Your holy dwelling, Left the dead for birds and beasts. Blood ran out like spilled-out water, None remained to lay them down; We are mocked by all our neighbors, Shame has settled on our town. [Chorus - Duet] Hear the prisoner's sigh, Lord, Hear the ones condemned to die; Let Your mercy hurry toward us, We are brought so very low. For the glory of Your name, Lord, Wash our guilt and bring us through; Hear the prisoner's sigh, Lord, All our help must come from You. [Verse 2 - Darlene, female solo] Will Your anger burn forever? Will the nations mock Your name? Let Your judgment meet the kingdoms Who have laid our homes to waste. Do not hold our fathers' wrongs, Lord, As a weight we cannot bear; Let the blood of slaughtered servants Be remembered in Your care. [Instrumental Break - Pedal steel and low piano] [Bridge - Darlene, female solo] Why should they ask, Where is their God? Let them see Your power made known; Bring their scorn beneath Your judgment, Hear the captive's weary groan. [Final Chorus - Duet and quiet harmonies] Hear the prisoner's sigh, Lord, Hear the ones condemned to die; Let Your mercy hurry toward us, We are brought so very low. For the glory of Your name, Lord, Wash our guilt and bring us through; Hear the prisoner's sigh, Lord, All our help must come from You. [Outro - Duet] We, the sheep within Your pasture, Will give thanks through coming years; Generation after generation, Let Your praise outlive our tears.

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