To God We Offer a Prayer, But to the Devil We Give a Gun
Another gun, another shot, another bullet flies
Another place, another wound, another person dies
Another paper’s headline, another claim of disbelief
Another time of sorrow, and another family’s grief
In the aftermath of murder, it’s another call to prayer
Another prelude to inaction in a land that doesn’t care
I pray that we can live a life devoid of death and fear
I pray to stop the slaughter in this barbaric atmosphere
I pray the hate stops flying. I pray the threat soon ends
I pray for all my children; I pray for family and for friends
I pray for love, I pray for hope, I pray the killings cease
I pray for you, I pray for me, I pray for lasting peace
Though God may have the upper it’s not God’s hand on the gun
Give a weapon to a demon and a wicked deed gets done
We have armed the devil’s legions, and oh how he is smirking
It’s time to change the gun laws. It’s clear the prayers aren’t working