Lord, bless the children of the world
The ones in war torn countries
And the ones left here at home.
While parents are off fighting
for their freedom
They are left here alone.
The ones nearest to the fighting
Hear the heavy artillery's roar,
bombs close and in the distance;
They smile and laugh no more.
The kids at home are waiting
To be reunited with Mom and Dad
While the children in Iraq
Suffer harm and heartache......
Ohhh, Lord, it's all so sad.
We cannot lose these children
The ones at home or far away
Lord, please put your arms around them all,
Don't let them fall away
Into the grip of the terrorist
Who to others would cause harm
Or thrive on discord and hatred
And bringing nations to alarm.
But bless each precious heart, please God
While each one is young and tender
And give them love and guidance
That forever they will remember.
Bless the little ones here at home
The ones who wait for parents to return
Who for someone to tuck them in at night
Each little heart does yearn.
Fill those hearts with compassion
And give them reason to be glad
For we ask the safe return
Of each one's mom and dad.
Thena
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