Many people, people to love,
created in God’s image alone,
side by side, not to kill or shove,
Only to worship at the throne.
Three in the morning, I can’t sleep,
Hurting women, men, and children left to weep.
The Tower of Babel crumbled down,
separating us from God’s heavenly crown,
He created us not to build images or towers to worship,
He is the King of Kings,
Not wanting for us,
Destruction to bring.
Can you join me with many?
And be Christ’s people to love.