Wartime prayers

Prayers offered in times of peace are silent conversations,

Appeals for love or loves release, in private invocations.



But all that is changed now,

Gone like a memory from the day before the fires.

People hungry for the voice of God

Hear lunatics and liars



Wartime prayers, wartime prayers

In every language spoken,

For every family scattered and broken.



Because you cannot walk with the holy,

If you're just a halfway decent man.

But I don't pretend that I'm a mastermind

With a genious marketing plan.



I'm trying to tap into some wisdom,

Even a little drop would do.

I want to rid my heart of envy

And cleanse my soul of rage

Before I feel.



Times are hard, hard times,

But everybody knows all about hard times.

The thing is, what are you gonna do?

Will you cry?

And try to muscle through?

And try to rearrange your stuff?

But when the wounds are deep enough,

And it's all that we can bear,

We wrap ourselves in prayer.



Because you cannot walk with the holy,

If you're just a halfway decent man.

But I don't pretend that I'm a mastermind

With a genious marketing plan.



I'm trying to tap into some wisdom,

Even a little drop would do.

I want to rid my heart of envy

And cleanse my soul of rage

Before I'm through.



A mother murmurs in twilight sleep

And draws her babies closer.

With hush-a-bies for sleepy eyes,

And kisses on the shoulder.

To drive away despair

She sends a wartime prayer.