Listen oh my children to my calling deep within
Hear my gentle whisperings its time that we begin
To shape this ailing world with the healing in our hands
Restoring our exiled sister, gentle peace, to warring lands.
Too often we are so busy that we cannot stop and care
But now the call is certain and is echoing everywhere
Put aside your warring weapons and put on the cloth of love
Soon you will see the angels carrying messages from above.
With all the noise around us can we even start to hear
What the Eternal Father has been whispering in every ear
People have been hurting and are so unwilling to understand
Behold the Heavenly choir all hold trumpets in their hand.