Ezekiel 7:7—Doom has come upon you—you who dwell in the land. The time has come, the day is near; there is panic, not joy, upon the mountains.
The Killing Song
A young girl clings with tear-stained eyes
Amidst a sea of friends
They hug, and weep in disbelief
With nowhere left to run.
The brutal boys are silent now
Just mocking echoes ring . . .
Across the halls and through the rooms
The face of evil grins.
What voice of reason stills the crowd
To make the pain seem clear?
A million whys launched heavenward
As if the sun could hear
Who will explain what cannot be
And climb inside insane
There is no peace when panic comes
With terror follows blame.
“The guns” they cry, “those wicked tools,
They are the cause of grief.
Take all those wretched firearms
And wrong will soon recede.”
“The parents are the culprits, yes!
They failed to stop the wrong
They’re the ones who are at fault
And they must wear the shame.”
“No, no, the school! Those utter fools!
So unprepared for crimes
Detectors weren’t installed or used
To spot the homemade bombs.”
“The media--the violence spewed
Infecting tender minds
This is the cause of those who laugh
While shooting those who cry.”
“Culpable? The ones who fired
They bear the judgment gavel!”
The voices rise in bitterness
For lives that should have mattered.
Round and round the fingers point
While stomachs churn and gnaw
They cannot quell the rising fear
Or stop the killing song.
There is no peace in panic
There is no truth in terror
When man steps in to conquer sin
He only finds more error.
A young girl sings with tear-stained eyes
Amidst a sea of friends
They hug, and weep in disbelief
Yet call upon their King.
They raise their voices to the Lord
The One Who lost His Son.
He knows Himself the killing song
He overcame with love.
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