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.