(Oh Lord, hear our prayer)
Lord, we lift up the broken today
To the rulers, it’s just a number on a page
One hundred and eighty gone in the rage
But to the mothers and fathers, they were the world
Precious young daughters, innocent boys and girls
A sudden strike takes the innocent away
They never wanted war, they just wanted to play
But God, You know every precious soul by name (yes Lord)
In the heart of Iran, through the tears and the pain
Comfort the grieving, hold them close in Your grace (amen)
Let Your light shine down in this broken place
Lord have mercy, heal the land today
No one is talking, but You hear the cry
Of the innocent children who never wished to die
We pray for peace to fall like rain
To break the chains of this heavy pain
But God, You know every precious soul by name (yes Lord)
In the heart of Iran, through the tears and the pain
Comfort the grieving, hold them close in Your grace (amen)
Let Your light shine down in this broken place
Lord have mercy, heal the land today
Lord, hear the souls of Iran
Amen