The newspaper headlines read,
THIRTY-SIX DEAD.
They were people I never knew.
Adequate words were hard to find.
So, with a troubled mind,
I whispered,
“Lord, when will all the killing be through?”
Oh God, please bring our soldiers back,
From Afghanistan and Iraq,
And other places,
Where they are in harm's way.
Let brotherly love increase.
Give us a lasting peace,
And thus a brighter day!
Lord, I believe if we love our land,
We must together bravely stand,
Then, fall humbly upon our knees.
And in Heaven You will hear,
And lovingly draw near,
To grant our humble pleas!
Robert F. Dotson © 2008
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