~ The Day Of The Sword ~ Lord, I'm writing to say, I need you near, I'm so scared Lord, There's an enemy I fear. The enemy's called war Lord, In front of us it looms, Our future on earth Lord, Is threatened with doom. My children are my life Lord, And I love my son so, I am scared Lord, I don't want him to go. None of us want to fight, None of us want to die, But Lord...it's almost here, It rises nigh. Lord, I'm writing to say, Protect my child, Don't let him be hurt, By this evil so vile. Lord, I'm writing to say, Move your hand across the brow, Of our enemies Lord, Let them see the light...somehow. And I pray for wisdom, For our president Lord, Yes...I pray for peace, Delay the day of the sword. Lord, I'm writing to say, I know you know what's best, All I can do is pray Lord, And let you do the rest. I'm in your hands Lord, And my son is there too, I pray that your love and mercies Lord, For our country does move. Lord, I'm writing to say, That I love you so much, That I'm thankful for, Your heavenly touch. And I pray Lord, That you touch my enemies too, It's not me they have to answer to Lord, It's you. Amen. ~ Written by: Mary Silva March 2003