It’s easier to turnthe channel;
it’s easier to turn my head
seeing the evil manifest
among the living and the dead.
Lord hear our cry!
Lord, hear our prayers.
Our brothers and sisters are crying
Their hearts are breaking, their children dying
From empathy to guilt, my soul keeps stirring
Hurting for their plight and so grateful for mine
LORD, what I have I take for granted
Lord, what I fear
They are living out.
It’s easier to drown it out
But you equip us for hard
It matters not what makes sense
it’s a matter of the heart
You call us to bear one another’s burdens and pain
Lord give our brothers your peace
Lord keep us on our knees
Praying. …
Hope is alive
Death was defeated
Evil will not have the final say
But until you return or call us home
Let your peace transcend the pain
Stabbing Windmills 