Merciful One, hear us; answer our prayer.
Shelter each languishing, lost refugee.
Peace, be the antidote to this warfare;
Swords into plowshares, O Lord, is our plea.
Drive away hatred; destroy evil schemes.
Comfort the comfortless; wipe ev'ry tear.
Bless your dear children; trade sorrows for dreams:
Blissful epiphanies instead of fear.
Love, wrap your arms around your little ones.
Lead them to safety; be their guiding light.
Mothers and fathers, Lord; daughters and sons;
Wandering, weary ones, homeless tonight.
Angelic harp, drown the warrior's drum.
Thy will be done, Father; thy kingdom come.
© 2022 David Acosta
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