Falling
Falling, falling, Iraq is falling,
To a terror infinitely cold, depraved, and black.
Such violence and anger the world has always known.
Falling, falling, Iraq is falling,
Her people are dying and their lives and society cracks
Her little children suffer in fear, and in their pain they groan.
Falling, falling, Iraq is falling,
Relentlessly the evil minded in horrific ways attack.
The world listens but seems deaf to the intensity of victim's moans.
Falling, falling Iraq is falling,
For honor, law, and democracy it had no knack.
Though it was something her people desperately wanted to own.
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Falling, falling Iraq is falling,
America made efforts but in this we offer little to take up the slack.
Not much it seems there is that can be done by just a drone.
Falling, falling, Iraq is falling,
Our own governments advice cannot influence or make a pack.
I wonder, are there things for which we should atone?
Falling, falling Iraq is falling,
Mankind's best efforts and resources once again we find to lack.
Many who do not know Him wonder is God still on His throne.
Falling, falling Iraq is falling,
When will we realize God only can bring her back on track.
All will someday know, submission to His love will mend and heal alone.
Falling, falling, Iraq is falling,
Pray the Father that His hand He will not hold back.
Grieve not that many of His own He is calling to their true home.
Falling, falling, Iraq is falling,
God's plan is at work, and he who this pain and suffering does wrack,
Will soon be defeated and never again the world roam.
Falling, falling, Iraq is falling,
We continually try to construct a safe place, but we realize only a shack.
Creation will learn God's truth is the only place offering a true protecting dome.
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