There’s a song in my heart,
A rhythm beating for You.
There’s a joy in my heart,
A flame ignited by You.
There’s a voice in my spirit,
I come alive in You!

The machines of war are ravaging the land.
Where are the Innocents?
Shivering, curled up, ears blocked, hearts racing – they hide.
In the darkness, they close their eyes,
They weep, with no consolation to be found.
Guns shoot fireworks into a black sky.
Shells fall, explosions deafen, buildings collapse.
Where are the Innocents?
Lacerated bodies, buried limbs, bloodied faces, scorched earth.
The injured scream in pain, and desperation reigns.
In the distance, the enemy applauds its victory - in battle-won tears.
Where are the Innocents?
Soldiers must fight - to defend, to protect, to survive.
Where are their families – deserted, lost, anxious, hopeful, bereaved?
What is the Evil which seeks to kill?
Grabbing land, stealing people, intoxicating freedom,
Destroying goodness, blighting trust, poisoning hope, 
Imprisoning the defenceless, demanding power, ruining peace.
God, how we need You!
Save us from ourselves!
Protect the Innocents.

Conquer Evil and expel all evil in us - so deliver us from evil, we Pray! 

There’s a song in my heart,
A rhythm beating for You.
There’s hope in my heart,
A flame ignited by You.
There’s a voice in my spirit,
Calling me close…
For I am alive, only in You.


juliehughessept©poetryfrance2024