Roger Singson - Seasons (A Prayer for Peace) [Alternate Version] Lyrics

Grace, grace, God's grace
To grieving souls, reveal Your face
Grace, grace, God's grace
Gird children with Your deep embrace
Down Douma's streets hurt voices spike
Young and old - dodge missiles' strike
Children fear sniper's shameful strives
Parents lament, grieve great loss of lives
Far East, Isles of the Philippines
Human rights die, affliction reigns
Innocents battle rogue death squads
Murders, Drug wars all gone at odds
In serene locales we weave dreams
Bathe in beauty of quiet streams
We tuck in comforts of a laid-back world
Shield-free from places filled with discord
Grace, grace, God's grace
To grieving souls, reveal Your face
Grace, grace, God's grace
Gird children with Your deep embrace
Israel's stark exultation
Crushes down West Bank's vision
Senseless gift cuts peace, security
Brings total shame, bloodied tragedy
Rakhine-Rohingya - brothers all, but clash
Blinders donned, compassion smash
More ethnic strains viciously trail
Shutting down Peace that could prevail
At Peace Park, Ankara
Mothers' hearts cheer, say 'Hurrah!'
Girls whisper sweet nothings, loudly laugh
Boys tickle, and giggle, play tag quite rough
Grace, grace, God's grace
To grieving souls, reveal Your face
Grace, grace, God's grace
Gird children with Your deep embrace
Grace, grace, God's grace
To grieving souls, reveal Your face
Grace, grace, God's grace
Gird children with Your deep embrace
From East to West, Sun rises, sets
Like humankind's toil starts and ends
War and peace bring fates dark and kind
Life's spinning wheels relieve as they bind