Panic

​The Killing Song
A young girl clings with tear-stained eyes 
            Amidst a sea of friends
They hug, and weep in disbelief
            With nowhere left to run.
The brutal boys are silent now
            Just mocking echoes ring . . .
Across the halls and through the rooms
            The face of evil grins.

What voice of reason stills the crowd
            To make the pain seem clear?
A million whys launched heavenward
            As if the sun could hear
Who will explain what cannot be
            And climb inside insane
There is no peace when panic comes
            With terror follows blame.
 
“The guns” they cry, “those wicked tools, 
            They are the cause of grief.
Take all those wretched firearms
            And wrong will soon recede.”
“The parents are the culprits, yes!
            They failed to stop the wrong
They’re the ones who are at fault
            And they must wear the shame.”
 
“No, no, the school! Those utter fools!
            So unprepared for crimes
Detectors weren’t installed or used
            To spot the homemade bombs.”
 
“The media--the violence spewed
            Infecting tender minds
This is the cause of those who laugh
            While shooting those who cry.”
 
“Culpable?  The ones who fired
            They bear the judgment gavel!”
The voices rise in bitterness
            For lives that should have mattered.
 
Round and round the fingers point
            While stomachs churn and gnaw
They cannot quell the rising fear
            Or stop the killing song.
There is no peace in panic
            There is no truth in terror
When man steps in to conquer sin
            He only finds more error.
 
A young girl sings with tear-stained eyes
            Amidst a sea of friends
They hug, and weep in disbelief
            Yet call upon their King.
They raise their voices to the Lord
            The One who lost His Son.
He knows Himself the killing song
            He overcame with love.
 
Meditation
Ezekiel 7:7--Doom has come on you, inhabitants of the land.The time has come; the day is near. There will be panic on the mountains and not celebration.
 
Inspiration
Panic leads us away from the control of God and leaves us not only beyond our own control, but possibly under the control of other forces.—Oswald Chambers in The Servant as His Lord
 
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Ecclesiastes 12:10-The Teacher sought to find delightful sayings and to accurately write words of truth.  (Holman CSB)