The boy in the ambulance
A bloodied child foreshadowed by a cross,
both share their taste of evil and of loss,
and when will people ever live and learn
that hurt and harm is all that war can earn?
We hold our breath in horror as we view
this scene forever old, forever new;
amid the dust and rubble strewn around
a child cries out and parents can’t be found.
How long, O Lord we cry, each hollow word,
our pleas of peace increasingly absurd?
Good God, forgive us when inaction’s voice
speaks loudly of our violent, hurtful choice.
Words © Andrew Pratt 18 August 2016
Suggested tunes: Andrew wrote these words with the tune “Eventide” (StF 141) in mind. Alternative tunes include “The cost of discipleship” (StF 640) and – perhaps surprisingly – “Woodlands” (StF 186)
This text was written in response to the photo of five-year-old Omran Daqneesh – “the boy in the ambulance” – rescued from a bombed building in Allepo, Syria, in August 2016.
Syria’s civil war has claimed the lives of hundreds of thousands of civilians, including many children. The shared video images of Omran Daqneesh (fro example Huffington Post, shocked and covered in dust and ash, wiping blood from his face, has drawn further attention to a conflict as complex as it is devasting. It is an image, as Andrew, suggets, that asks questions of the worldwide Christian community as much as of Western governments.