By: Ardis E. Parshall - July 12, 2018 A Prayer Celia Van Cott Lord, we give thanks –The sword is sheathed; the bullets cease,Across the earth we hope for peace;White doves are loosed to flyUnmolested through the sky. Bring comfort, Lord, to those who yearnFor loved ones who will not return,To crippled lads and those in pain–Teach them to live and laugh again. Cleanse hearts of hate, O Lord, with your giving,Touch eyes gone blind; tea...
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