You gave us, God, this earth to hold and cherish, to praise you in our use of time and space, but-blinded by our greed- the people perish; we throw the gift of freedom in your face. As with un-human madness we offend you and with our bombs and bullets break your heart, with money made form conflict we un-friend you, we tear with prejudice your world apart. We glorify the sin of pointless dying through mines and missiles poised in soil and sea, perfect the curse of daily crucifying the Prince of Peace, each other, you and me. Raise up among us prophets who will guide us through action, speech and silence to your peace, where fear, mistrust no longer will divide us, where hurt is healed and captives are released. Renew in us our faith and trust in Jesus, the Man, the Woman in your image made, and speak again your Word that truly frees us to beat our sword into a simple spade.