O little town of Bethlehem, how still we see thee lie!
Your land's divided by a wall built up so very high.
Israel has put it there they say for their security
How sad we see the ancient place of Christ's nativity
Christians are moving from the place where their dear Lord was born.
Farmers cannot get to the fields. They cannot sow their corn.
Ten percent of Arab lands enclosed by Israel
For Palestinians, Holy Land is now a living hell
How silently, how silently, the West stays at this plight;
Of suffering oh so far away, well out of narrow sight
Of those who think that prophecy can justify the sin
Of stealing land, dividing folk from their own kith and kin.
O holy Child of Bethlehem, descend to us, we pray;
Cast out our sin, bring peace on earth, injustice take away.
But first you must change hearts and minds, our Lord Emmanuel!
May Jews and Arabs live as one renewed by your Gospel.
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