I make a cry to you Lord
Please deliver us from these wars
While the gunner groans
A dying mother moans
Still the bombs fall
The orphaned child calls.
Chorus:
”My God, don’t forsake us, please deliver us”
Blessed are the poor, for theirs is the kingdom of God
Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth
Blessed are the peacemakers for they shall be called the Children of God
Bridge:
He will never ever forsake us
No not never
He'll never forsake us
He will deliver us.