War torn, broken, divided.
Your holy city is
not a city of peace
and deep wounds.
Rockets fly overhead
inaugurating a new round
Lord we pray for your peace to descend–
not the piecemeal peace
of unhappy truces.
But your Shalom—
wholeness, restoration and fullness of life.
May all who love you prosper.
May all in the walls of Jerusalem know peace and security.
For the sake of friends and relatives, we speak peace
For all who seek the God of Abraham we cry peace.