Lord, I lay bleeding and dying
Friends cross over and leave me behind
Priests do not minister comfort
No one's pouring on oil and wine
How long will You hold back the healing
O Lord, how long
Your people are wounded
Your people are crying
O Lord, how long
Fam'lies lay bleeding and dying
The wound may be fatal this time
The Family of God offers judgment
The world sees numbers not lives
When the Lord walked the earth He took pity
He beheld with compassionate eyes
In His body was healing
His heart overflowed
He bound up the wounds
And He poured out His life
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Nations lay bleeding and dying
Neighbors cannot undo what is bound
Governments fail to bandage the wounds
Lifeblood is staining the ground
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