God of our Ancestors,
We are stuck lobbing harsh words from our safety to the land that cries out for peace. Even the words of our prayers are carefully measured and coated with the residue of war.
We respond quicker to the sound of the bomb warning than to the bells and voices calling us to prayer. We confess peace appears impossible. We do not believe our prayers can change nations. Forgive our warring ways.
Create in us a clean heart. Rescue us from this cruel sword.
Reform our speech. Refine our minds. Repeat in us the possibility of peace.
Convict us of the value of each life, every life. Instead of defenders of our side, make us defenders of your peace. Change us and change this dreadful situation. Bow your heavens, O Lord and come down quickly.
Our rock and our fortress. Our shield and our stronghold. Our Lord and Our God.