mustard gas and hand grenades
****** wounds that seep with pain
the sergeant yells to shoot the guns
and all the children start to run
and then we're told the battles' ours
the enemy he has no heart
the lines are drawn
it's time to choose our sides
every war
it only leads to ten thousand more wars
it only builds up ten thousand more walls
the hunger of the bloodlust never dies
and then just leaves us empty here inside
if only we could look into our brother's eyes
we might find a love that's worth a life
empty towns and shattered hearts
limb by limb they're torn apart
by our words and by our hate
we can choose to love or ****
but we're told the battle's ours
the enemy he has no heart
the lines are drawn
it's time to choose our sides
choose to love like Jesus
how he loved his enemies
reaching out to the broken
he showed us his mercy
mercy, mercy
christ have mercy
Aug 5, 2019
Aug 5, 2019 at 2:59 PM UTC
mustard gas and hand grenades
****** wounds that seep with pain
the sergeant yells to shoot the guns
and all the children start to run
and then we're told the battles' ours
the enemy he has no heart
the lines are drawn
it's time to choose our sides
every war
it only leads to ten thousand more wars
it only builds up ten thousand more walls
the hunger of the bloodlust never dies
and then just leaves us empty here inside
if only we could look into our brother's eyes
we might find a love that's worth a life
empty towns and shattered hearts
limb by limb they're torn apart
by our words and by our hate
we can choose to love or ****
but we're told the battle's ours
the enemy he has no heart
the lines are drawn
it's time to choose our sides
choose to love like Jesus
how he loved his enemies
reaching out to the broken
he showed us his mercy
mercy, mercy
christ have mercy
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