Lyrics

Bombs rain Gaza, kids cry Tel Aviv streets,
Netanyahu moves pawns while Hamas digs deep.
Trump back in headlines, Biden half asleep,
Ayatollah chants fire that Tehran can’t keep.

Putin’s cold stare across Ukraine’s scars,
China counts trillions under hidden wars.
UK royalty mask Yemen’s famine cries,
Congo’s children mine cobalt ‘neath lies.

Micah 6:8 still carved in dirt roads:
“Do justly, love mercy,” where justice corrodes.
Isaiah 10:1 warns kings on gold thrones,
While common man buries sons, skin and bones.

Pastors in silk robes, pulpits like stages,
Preach tithes and jets while the poor lose wages.
Christ flipped tables, whip cracked loud,
Now temples sell hope to desperate crowds.

Pharaoh’s ghost walks Gaza’s border fence,
Powers sign treaties that make no sense.
UK sells bombs, Russia fuels pain,
USA profits while widows remain.

Syria’s dust, Lebanon’s cries,
Damascus dreams buried under lies.
Sudan bleeds slow, Ethiopia’s fight,
African soil rich, yet dark every night.

Myanmar whispers under brutal reign,
Hong Kong protests echo but chain.
Mexico weeps cartels and fear,
Brazil’s forests choke each year.

Psalm 46:9 says, “He breaks the bow,”
Turns tanks to ashes, makes tyrants know.
Matthew 5:9: “Blessed peacemakers live,”
Not presidents fake-smile, take but don’t give.

2 Chronicles 7:14 cries clear:
“If My people humble, I’ll draw near.”
I bow in Redditch, London’s grey rain,
Pray for Gaza’s children, Tehran’s pain.

I stand for the mother who prays for bread,
For fatherless kids sleeping near the dead.
Blessed are the meek, kingdoms will fall,
Empires crumble but His name stands tall.

HOOK:
Where’s the love? Where’s the peace?
Who mourns when the bombs release?
Where’s hope for the child tonight?
God’s people rise, stand, fight!

BRIDGE:
I see no red or blue, no East or West,
Just rich men feasting while the poor unrest.
Revelation whispers, mountains quake,
Lion of Judah soon to awake.

OUTRO PRAYER:
Father forgive, the earth cries loud,
Blood of the innocent stains the proud.
Turn swords to ploughshares, drones to dust,
Burn greed to ashes, raise leaders we trust.

May bombs hush, lies grow weak,
Power kneel before the meek.
May every child sleep in light,
May mercy roar, may wrong turn right.
CLOSING:
The meek.
Blessed be His name.
May truth roar louder than bombs.
May mercy flood every land.
We stand. We rise. We love.
In Jesus’ mighty name — Amen.