When blood is poured like water,
humanity destroyed,
in denigrating neighbours,
your grace seems null and void.
Our politics seem barren
as this hot desert floor,
while all around seems hopeless
and life, a firm closed door.
Verses 2-3 follow
Metre: 7 6 7 6 D
Tune: PASSION CHORALE
Andrew Pratt (born 1948)
Words © 1/9/2013 Stainer & Bell Ltd, London, England, www.stainer.co.uk.
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