The Dove of Peace Trembles
Humanity groans and grinds away another day
atrocities multiply, strongmen hold sway
The dove of peace trembles, her offspring dismembered
civilization's quiet hum no longer remembered
Could these, indeed, be mankind's final hours
O, let us turn to the Lord, make His Will ours
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