Battles or Wars

They hunt us down like cattle

Beseech our brittle bones

But this is just the battle

Our war is still at home

 

My family is in danger

And I haven’t heard a word

I’m seated next to strangers 

My death is most assured

 

I decide to pray to Jesus

In hopes he’ll keep me safe

I hope his mercy frees us 

And that we can flee this place

 

But beyond the walls of anguish

No hope seems to arise

All I have is one last wish

That I’ll join you when I die.

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