A Prayer for the War-torn

A Prayer for the War-torn

I say a prayer for the war-torn man who dwells within a war-torn land
And fights for what? He does not know, but those above him say to go
And risk his life; prepare to die for others, yet he knows not why!

I say a prayer for the weeping child: hungry: thirsty: cold: deprived
Of all except a mother’s love. If only this could be enough
To ease the deeply-troubled mind within the child of the war-torn times.

I say a prayer for the babe who needs his nourishment. In vain he feeds
From a long-time empty dried-up breast, and sucks with neither zeal nor zest
As the mother’s efforts fail and cease, and the war-torn infant rests in peace.

I say a prayer for the grieving wife who struggles daily to survive
The life she leads without her man, amid an anguished war-torn land.
And, as he hears her desperate cries, I pray The Lord will explain, WHY!

S Wolfe