In this parched place of desolate wilderness,
This war-torn, hate-split world, oh, who will bless
Bless and redeem the blood-stained, tear-drenched ground
So once again the healing sun will blaze,
The small birds sing, the flowers be found,
And lion and lamb in loving joy may graze?
This war-torn, hate-split world, oh, who will bless
Bless and redeem the blood-stained, tear-drenched ground
So once again the healing sun will blaze,
The small birds sing, the flowers be found,
And lion and lamb in loving joy may graze?
Who is there left the truth of love to guess?
How shall we stand the violence of the sun?
How hate redeem, how brother’s love confess?
What will be left when wind and fire are done?
Only on love’s terrible other side
Is found the place where lion and lamb abide.
How shall we stand the violence of the sun?
How hate redeem, how brother’s love confess?
What will be left when wind and fire are done?
Only on love’s terrible other side
Is found the place where lion and lamb abide.
Madeleine L'Engle
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