Torrents of blood fill our streets
We cry out in pain and sorrow
Our hearts torn and tattered
Yet we continue to worship violence
And elect hate to lead us
Living in fear of our fellow man
Years ago blood flowed down the side of a hill
Shed in love and passion
For the lost and the broken
But we must worship the Prince of
Peace
Only then will His blood heal our broken places
And His love will cast out all of our fears
Mighty Anchor 