O This Night is Dark
1 Cor 15; Psalm 126; Isaiah 2; Amos 9; Isaiah 65
O this night is dark indeed
While we’re waiting for the light.
For the nations to be judged
And the powers to be put to shame.
O Lord, spare your poor, save our souls
From our violence, oppression, fear and anxiety.
Although I am weeping
Lord help me keep sowing
Seeds for the day when your peace
Will arise with the dawn
When the bombs we are dropping
And the guns that keep firing
Melt in the face of the just,
When Your kingdom comes.
Now I sow in tears,
That one day I might reap with joy
When the mountains drip with wine
And we beat, beat, beat our swords
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