Words that stopped me on a Sunday

This morning at mass we sang Marty Haugen's hymn, God of Day and God of Darkness, and the words of the second verse put a lump in my throat:

Still the nations curse the darkness,
Still the rich oppress the poor;
Still the earth is bruised and broken
By the ones who still want more.
Come and wake us from our sleeping,
So our hearts cannot ignore
All your people lost and broken,
All your children at our door. 

All I can say is -- Amen.