How still how silent is this place
Where are the children who once played
And laughed and sang and dreamed their dreams
Without a thought of war or peace
Now only silence marks the year
Their world became a battlefield
The earth too shallow to conceal
And scars too deep for time to heal
And who can speak of glorious deeds
When every page of history bleeds?
For stretching far behind I see
Long centuries of fields like these
Their blood cries out
What price to end the bitter strife
This blood for blood, this life for life?
Will justice always be denied
And vengeance never satisfied?
Oh, in the name of all that's good
Should we demand the blood of God?
This wine poured out upon the ground
Is speaking still, is speaking now
A different word, a louder cry
A cross endured, a sacrifice
When violence pierced the heart of God
Forgiveness, love and mercy flowed
His blood cries out
