While you’re praying for children, if you youtube a song called “Prayer of the Children” you’ll hear something like 20,000 renditions of this song that was written by Kurt Bestor and arranged for choir by Andrea Klose.
The story behind it is heartbreaking, but it’s been a journaling prompt for me since I sang it.
The basic story behind it is that the author of the poem was working in a hospital in Bosnia during the conflict over there. One day when he wasn’t working at the hospital, it was bombed to the ground, completely destroyed.
The song is a capella and youtube has a number of gut wrenching slideshows accompanying it, but it is truly beautiful.
The lyrics are:
Can you hear the prayer of the children
on bended knee, in the shadow of an unknown room?
Empty eyes with no more tears to cry
turning heavenward toward the light.
Crying,” Jesus, help me
to see the morning light of one more day,
but if I should die before I wake,
I pray my soul to take.”
Can you feel the hearts of the children
aching for home, for something of their very own.
Reaching hands with nothing to hold onto
but hope for a better day, a better day.
Crying,” Jesus, help me
to feel the love again in my own land,
but if unknown roads lead away from home,
give me loving arms, away from harm.”
(oooooo la la la la etc etc.)
Can you hear the voice of the children
softly pleading for silence in their shattered world?
Angry guns preach a gospel full of hate,
blood of the innocent on their hands.
Crying,” Jesus, help me
to feel the sun again upon my face?
For when darkness clears, I know you’re near,
bringing peace again.”
Dali čujete sve dječje molitve?
Can you hear the prayer of the children?
It’s very sobering, but it’s one of those things that sticks with me and reminds me to keep praying for the innocence all over the world.
While you’re praying for children, if you youtube a song called “Prayer of the Children” you’ll hear something like 20,000 renditions of this song that was written by Kurt Bestor and arranged for choir by Andrea Klose.
The story behind it is heartbreaking, but it’s been a journaling prompt for me since I sang it.
The basic story behind it is that the author of the poem was working in a hospital in Bosnia during the conflict over there. One day when he wasn’t working at the hospital, it was bombed to the ground, completely destroyed.
The song is a capella and youtube has a number of gut wrenching slideshows accompanying it, but it is truly beautiful.
The lyrics are:
Can you hear the prayer of the children
on bended knee, in the shadow of an unknown room?
Empty eyes with no more tears to cry
turning heavenward toward the light.
Crying,” Jesus, help me
to see the morning light of one more day,
but if I should die before I wake,
I pray my soul to take.”
Can you feel the hearts of the children
aching for home, for something of their very own.
Reaching hands with nothing to hold onto
but hope for a better day, a better day.
Crying,” Jesus, help me
to feel the love again in my own land,
but if unknown roads lead away from home,
give me loving arms, away from harm.”
(oooooo la la la la etc etc.)
Can you hear the voice of the children
softly pleading for silence in their shattered world?
Angry guns preach a gospel full of hate,
blood of the innocent on their hands.
Crying,” Jesus, help me
to feel the sun again upon my face?
For when darkness clears, I know you’re near,
bringing peace again.”
Dali čujete sve dječje molitve?
Can you hear the prayer of the children?
It’s very sobering, but it’s one of those things that sticks with me and reminds me to keep praying for the innocence all over the world.
Best to you and your beautiful ladies!
Laura