The bombs have stopped and a stillness lay Across these desolate fields of smoke and gray. Only You can end the works that man has wrought of desolation and suffering not sought. But I fear the stillness will but soon depart and the reaper's hand will again impart his wrath upon this wasteland of folly with each round and with each volley. Oh Lord, the night is long and fear abounds. I see it in a wounded comrade's eyes and listen sadly to his pleading cries. I place my hand on a hero's sweaty brow, Hear Oh Lord my prayer on his behalf give him comfort as only You know how. I lay against the dusty wall and wait. I watch the darkness slowly fade away as people stir in this land once great, I pray you'll lift your hand and stay the coming battles of this morn'. Let peace and justice again be born. But if it be that we again must fight. I'll do my duty for our cause is right; I'll continue to offer my prayer to You and trust the loss will be but few, and trust in Him whom you have sent that wisdom will be given to see the light.
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