Far From God's Precious Heart
If people die because of their beliefs
The world needs to take stock and grief
For life is such a precious thing
And to be cut down so is beyond imagining
Who wins when the bullets fly
Certainly no one as we ask why
For every bullet hitting its mark
Means we are far from God’s precious heart.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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