To God We Offer a Prayer, But to the Devil We Give a Gun

Another gun, another shot, another bullet flies

Another place, another wound, another person dies

Another paper’s headline, another claim of disbelief

Another time of sorrow, and another family’s grief

In the aftermath of murder, it’s another call to prayer

Another prelude to inaction in a land that doesn’t care

I pray that we can live a life devoid of death and fear

I pray to stop the slaughter in this barbaric atmosphere

I pray the hate stops flying.  I pray the threat soon ends

I pray for all my children; I pray for family and for friends

I pray for love, I pray for hope, I pray the killings cease

I pray for you, I pray for me, I pray for lasting peace

Though God may have the upper it’s not God’s hand on the gun

Give a weapon to a demon and a wicked deed gets done

We have armed the devil’s legions, and oh how he is smirking

It’s time to change the gun laws. It’s clear the prayers aren’t working