A LITANY FOR REMEMBRANCE SUNDAY

Bruised and black clouds shed heavy tears on the fields of Flanders

fields become graveyards
in which were buried the flower of a generation.

AND GOD WEPT
FOR THESE WERE HIS CHILDREN.

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Bruised and black clouds

shed heavy tears on the cities of Europe
of Japan,
cities shrouded in the dust of desolation
camps wreathed in the smoke of human cremations
people in confusion whispering - "Please God, never again".

AND GOD WEPT
FOR THESE WERE HIS CHILDREN.

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Bruised and black clouds shroud cities

shopping streets
business centres
refugee camps
and people gaze on devastation
wrought by evil on innocence.

AND GOD WEEPS
FOR THESE ARE HIS CHILDREN.

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Bruised and black clouds

shed tears over a whole world
bowed – bloodied by battle
cowed and weary of war
her roads clogged by refugees –
with nowhere but earth to call home.

AND GOD WEEPS
FOR THESE ARE HIS CHILDREN.

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God of life

drawing life and death together in Yourself
uniting the lost and the loving
be among us as we gather.

GUIDE OUR PRAYING AND LOVING
CHERISH OUR REMEMBERING
GOD, OUR GOD
WHO FORGETS NO-ONE.