Another son is killed,
Another daughter dies,
And loving, waiting homes are filled
With loved ones’ cries.
As rivers never sleep,
So wars flow on and on.
Hang up your harps, sit down and weep
For those now gone!
We grieve for children lost,
For hearts too sad to pray;
We mourn, O Lord, the growing cost
Of hatred’s way.
And sure as threats increase
And anger turns to war,
We pray that we may find a peace
Worth struggling for.
We know your way, O Lord,
For all your people here:
A plowshare from a fighting sword,
A transformed spear!
Now comfort those who grieve,
Be in each saddened home,
And by your grace may we believe—
And seek Shalom.
|First Line:||Another son is killed|
|Title:||Another Son is Killed|
|Author:||Carolyn Winfrey Gillette (2003)|
|Scripture:||Isaiah 2:4; Psalm 137:1-2|
|Topic:||Justice; Lament; Peacemaking|
|Copyright:||Copyright © 2003 by Carolyn Winfrey Gillette. All rights reserved|
|Adapter:||Thomas Olivers (1770)|
|Adapter:||Meyer Lyon (1770)|
|Praise and Thanksgiving, Set 3||Simple Solutions for Sunday at the Piano||REJOICE, YE PURE IN HEART||THE GOD OF ABRAHAM PRAISE (Lift Up Your Hearts 39)|
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