They said the one on the tree
Died for all to be free
His blood redeems all
Who believe in him
And his grace is available
To all who are in need
Next to his birth place
People are dying with abandon
Every hamlet, every space,
Has had its share of bombing
Do those children, those women
And all those men,
Who by the day loose lives
Who live in constant fear
Knowing not the day or the hour,
Do these people also have a right
To the blood that saves all?
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