By Sandra Rippetoe © 2023
(Can be sung to the tune of Greensleeves)
Through time eternal, we’ve suffered war.
Crushing hearts, but bodies ever more.
Forever longing, so far away.
Our souls bringing forth a grand new day.
Peace, peace, we pray for peace.
Cannot all go through love’s open door?
Peace, peace, we must have peace.
Look around. See the wasteland of war.