Jesus: "Turn around, and believe the good news"
Earth-killing race, repent your deadly ways.
Earth is your mother: from her sands and clays
Emerged a race whose head is crowned with flame;
Yet falls to grasp God's anguished cry: "For shame!"
Earth could be well and all her peoples wise.
Age after age our violent empires rise.
Built while we dream and in that dreaming weep;
Let us wake up from our tormented sleep.
Earth shall be well and all her peoples one;
Not till that day is God's good purpose done.
Now despite all that's wrong we get good news;
Peace is a path that each and all can choose.
