Lord, on which side of the line,
Do I stand,
As I look across,
This broken land?
My loved ones are safe,
I feel guilt for the gladness.
So many have died,
And I can't bear the sadness.
Too smart to think,
I can fix it all,
Too numb to do,
Anything at all.
My son is still safe,
Not yet sent,
But many will die,
For our government.
I pray for mothers,
In a far away place,
That they can keep thier babies,
In arms that are safe.
I know for everything,
There is a reason,
But I can't understand,
This killing season.
Forgive me Father,
For my worried mind,
I know in you,
It's peace that I'll find.
So, Lord if you will,
Heal all the hearts that you see,
And if you have time,
Would you heal mine for me? |
