Gunfire and dust fill the air where words are silent,
but just a thought can reach Your ear
Lord, let Your grace come upon them
Give wisdom to those who give out orders
Let their words be Your words
Let their thoughts be Your warnings
Lord, keep Your followers save
Let Your Will be forced upon them
Let the kids play with toys, not real guns
Father, we pray for those who don’t care about others
We pray for those who don’t have You in their hearts
For those people will do anything to get their will done
They won’t care who they kill
They don’t care about children or the elderly
They don’t even care about those who believe in them
Lord, thank You that You do care about us
Thanks that You love us.
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