Another Son Is Killed

Another son is killed

Another daught­er dies

And lov­ing

wait­ing homes are filled

With loved ones’ cries.

As riv­ers nev­er sleep

So wars flow on and on.

Hang up your harps

sit down and weep

For those now gone!

We grieve for child­ren lost

For hearts too sad to pray;

We mourn

O Lord

the grow­ing cost

Of hat­red’s way.

And sure as threats in­crease

And an­ger turns to war

We pray that we may find a peace

Worth strug­gling for.

We know your way

O Lord

For all your peo­ple here:

A plow­share from a fight­ing sword

A trans­formed spear!

Now com­fort those who grieve

Be in each sad­dened home

And by your grace may we be­lieve—

And seek Sha­lom.