Standing in the ocean with the sun burning low in the west   Like a fire in the cavernous darkness at the heart of the beast   With my beliefs and possessions, stopped at the frontier in my chest   At the edge of my country, my back to the sea, looking east      Where the search for the truth is conducted with a wink and a nod   And where power and position are equated with the grace of God   These times are famine for the soul while for the senses, it's a feast   From the edge of my country, as far as you see, looking east      Hunger in the midnight, hunger at the stroke of noon   Hunger in the mansion, hunger in the rented room   Hunger on the TV, hunger on the printed page   And there's a God-sized hunger underneath the laughing and the rage      In the absence of light   And the deepening night   Where I wait for the sun   Looking east      How long have I left my mind to the powers that be?   How long will it take to find the higher power moving in me?      Power in the insect, power in the sea   Power in the snow falling silently   Power in the blossom, power in the stone   Power in the song being sung alone      Power in the wheat field, power in the rain   Power in the sunlight and the hurricane   Power in the silence, power in the flame   Power in the sound of the lover's name      The power of the sunrise and the power of a prayer released   On the edge of my country, I pray for the ones with the least      Hunger in the midnight, hunger at the stroke of noon   Hunger in the banquet, hunger in the bride and groom   Hunger on the TV, hunger on the printed page   And there's a God-sized hunger underneath the questions of the age      And an absence of light   In the deepening night   Where I wait for the sun   Looking east