Let them be their own, oh God of Mercy,
Let all the babies sleep well at night,
Bring mornings blessings, no more testing,
And let all the people stay home to be free.

Stop all the bombing, and all the killing,
How much of the blood now flows free?
Burn all the guns, melt down all the bullets,
And let these people have back what they see.

Once landing on shorelines, invading the cities,
The menace brings all of it's own ideology,
Who tells me what hand, of which bread I'm feeding,
And pushes me downward to stand on my knees?

If we work the fields, and we toll and die plenty,
Is it not a God given right to remain free?
Who takes from my table, is more than able,
To threaten the air that I long to breathe, see?

No more will we linger, till gone are the sinners,
Who threaten my family and my children, be free,
We'll send them a running, with faith we come gunning,
Till all of our homeland stands proudly and free.

Not violence we're wanting, just living and loving,
We long for the day when the worries so flee,
So put on us pressure, no more can be leisure,
Until all the country is finally free.