The Greening of PHC

In honor of Dr. Walker’s call for fasting and prayer, I post the following lyrics. Michael Card wrote them (obviously) for the city of Belfast, Northern Ireland, torn at the time by Catholic vs. Protestant violence.

In a green, green land, riding on the sea,
Live a people who speak like a song.
But their fertile field lies so fallow and bare
And has borne bitter fruit for so long.

Pray for the greening of Belfast,
That what is now barren might bloom and be fair.
God loves the city of Belfast,
For so many children who love Him live there.

The verdant hills, like strong arms, embrace
A heart-breaking, heart-broken town.
With the air so full of angels there,
It’s not hard to imagine the sound
Of their cries and tears, of their pleas and prayers
For their city to know peace once more.
Let the fighting cease, let the saints be released
To join in true spiritual war.

Pray for the greening of Belfast,
That what is now barren might bloom and be fair.
God loves the city of Belfast,
For so many children who love Him live there.