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In Bethlehem's Fields, where angels sing,
A newborn hope, a promised King.
Yet in these lands, where once He trod,
Now people echo, a cry to God.
No peace where Prince of Peace was born,
In shadows deep a world forlorn.
The land where Jesus shed His blood,
Now mourns anew, in crimson flood.
A generation, Herod's hand
Took lives of Children, a cruel command.
Today, the bullets pierce the night,
Children die, a heart-wrenching sight.
In dist of strife, we seek the light,
Advent's promise, shining bright.
For in this season, love's rebirth,
We find our hope, we find our worth.
Let's lift our prayers for peace to reign,
To end the cycle of loss and pain.
In advent's grace, we'll stand as one,
for in His love, our battles won.
So, as we wait, in hope we'll pray,
For brighter, kinder, gentle days.
Where swords to plowshares, hearts entwine,
And peace on Earth, for all we find.
(Christopher Rajkumar - Nov 24, 2023)
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