@3Lord God, we lift to Thee A world hurt sore, Look down, and let it be Wounded no more!@1 Lord, when this year is done That wakes today Many shall pray to Thee Who do not pray; Let all lips comfort them, All hearts be kind, They who this year shall leave Their joys behind; Give them Thy comforting, Help them to know That though their hopes are gone Thou dost not go; They who shall give for Thee Lover and son, Show them Thy world set free, Thy battles done! Lord God, we lift to Thee A world in pain, Look down and let it be Made whole again! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SOUVENIR by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON HONEY DRIPPER by CLARENCE MAJOR |