Reconciliation
Pour out the arsenal at the breech
At the feet of the Prince of Peace
Speechless, hands empty I kneel.
No recompense.
Useless are weapons of self-defence,
We all are to blame.
Forgiveness must reign
To clean the slates of pain,
So deep the wounds, the stain!
You wrote on the tablet of my heart.
God blessed us from the start.
So now to be renewed in hope,
To continue the faith; in peace to cope
Day to day,
For this I'll pray.
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