The rage of a summer hot and dry, lingers on
Smoke from a thousand hungry fires fills air
and heaven
Hear us, O Lord, we need your rain to quench
us
The rage of a winter - too warm lingers on
Water from a thousand clouds drowning island
and homes
Hear us, O Lord, we need your sun to dry us
The rage of grievance a thousand years old
linger on
Dead from a thousand "justified" killings
desolate field and plain
Hear us, O Lord, we need your peace to crush
us
The rage of a heart set free, lingers on
Tears from a thousand caresses from heaven to
earth
Hear us, O Lord, we need your mercy
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