Peace Child, in the sleep of the night in the dark before light you come, in the silence of stars in the violence of wars— Savior, your name. Peace Child, to the road and the storm to the gun and the bomb you come, through the hate and the hurt, through the hunger and dirt— bearing a dream. Peace Child, to our dark and our sleep to the conflict we reap now come— be your dream born alive, held in hope, wrapped in love: God’s true shalom.
Peace comes crying through the world, crying for her life, gunfire shatters silent skies, powers plot her grief; childrens’ children march to war, wear the badge of death— peace comes crying through the world, crying for her life. Violence is all we know, all we see and hear, terror strikes and stains the earth hand in hand with fear, children cradled as they die, bloodied face of war, violence is all we know all we see and hear. Let your passion pierce our hearts, halt us in this storm, God whose weaponry is love, arms that will disarm! Never let the evil win, drag us to its norm, let your passion pierce our hearts, halt us in this storm! Peace comes calling at our door, justice is her claim, When the fruits of peace are shared, hope and history rhyme; never let this hope be lost! Hell has had its time; peace comes calling at our door, justice is her claim. Kyrie Eleison, Kyrie Eleison, Kyrie Eleison.