Peace Will Come

When we all grow tired of wading

In this lake of blood and tears

Through the valley of Armageddon

Beneath the spectre of our fears

Then we’ll turn our swords to plough-shares

Our flags will all come down

We’ll open up our borders

And surrender all our crowns

Then there’ll be no more wars

Because there’ll be no more cause

And peace will come.

When at last we still our voices

From judging anyone

We’ll begin to see the beauty

Of everything beneath the sun

When we’re thankful for creation

And the One who made it so

We’ll generate a climate

Where the seeds of hope can grow

So stay close to the Light

That drives away the night

And peace will come.

Mark Laurent