Ukraine
Those sun-kissed fields once filled with gold
now soak with soldier's blood,
and all her hopes and dreams of old
have been misunderstood.
Her women and her children flee
as freedom's breath grows faint,
and all the world in tears can see
as evil sheds constraint.
Dark shadows fall on Ukriane's fields,
her streets with rubble strewn.
Her children hide in dark, concealed,
her scattered birds have flown.
Now West towards the setting sun
both child and mother flee.
So shield and shelter as they come
the outcast refugee.
And grant your shade from scorching heat,
give shelter one by one,
until oppression tastes defeat
with love's long battle won.
When he who tramples underfoot
has vanished from their land,
then He to whom this world must look
will take them in His hand.
Yes! He who wrote love's promise book
will bring His promised land.
Copyright © Bob Kimmerling | Year Posted 2022
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