The news comes again shattering our hearts deep within,
For those who died at the hands of the enemies sin.
And now we mourn and fall to our knees,
begging our God, please, oh God please.
But where were you last week in the calm of your soul,
Were your knees bent then, praying for all?
Why is it that tragedy draws us to You,
why not everyday the whole year through?
Let us begin prayer time as a daily routine,
holding on to Your Word and all that You mean.
You told us to pray and seek Your face,
turning from sin and our wick ways.
Then You would hear from heaven forgiving our sins,
and heal our lands and our hearts within.
This poem sums it up, to bend a knee and to fall,
to pray for the nations and to pray for us all.
