No More

By I.M. Ulysses
(originally written in 1996)

I awoke from a dream
That had left me shaken
The screams of the children
Whose lives had been taken

And my heart cried out, No More

I didn't know why
This had transpired
Why God would allow
These lives to expire

And my heart cried out, No More

I wept
Bitterly I cried
Not holding back
The tears in my eyes

And my heart cried out, No More

They were so young
These poor boys and girls
Living their lives
In this evil world

And my heart cried out, No More

In them was joy
And the hope of the living
The warm smiles they shared
Full of life, so giving

And my heart cried out, No More

But they're gone now
And their joy's heard no more
And on the fields where they played
The flowers adorn

And my heart cried out, No More

I shut close my eyes
And asked God in Heaven
What did they do
Why did it happen

And my heart cried out, No More

In silence I waited
And prayed for an answer
For the riddle of death
That brought such disaster

And my heart cried out, No More

But none was forthcoming
Though I prayed many hours
So I railed at the devil
And his demented power

And my heart cried out, No More

It was he who had caused this
Of that I was certain
So I hoped for the day
When he'd face the last curtain

And my heart cried out, No More

At last I retired
My spirit too drained
I had no tears left
To dampen the pain

And my heart cried out, No More

I drifted off
Into a deep sleep
And dreamed of the children
In the Lord's hands for keeps

And my heart cried out, No More

It was then that I heard Him
His voice falling like water
From the River of Life
That comes from the Father

He struck down the serpent
The monster from hell
Whose name is Destruction
The angel that fell

Then I gasped
For I could not believe
As one by one, the children
From death's hands were freed

They sprang from their graves
To their parent's delight
Their sweet little faces
Bathed in sunlight

All around me
The world seemed to glow
Because joy had returned
To the Earth here below

My heart now beat faster
Then it ever did before
As I praised the Lord Jesus
Who has brought them back home

It was then that I realized
Just what had happened
How the tears of their parents
Had turned into gladness

Our Father's not blind
He'd watched evil's head soar
And when He'd seen enough
He cried out....No More... No More...No More

Dedicated to the memory of the children murdered
in Dunblane, Scotland on March 13, 1996.
Alive in our hearts, now and forever.