In the gardens of Gethsemane,
Peters sword back into the hilt,
Jesus hands admonished, it to stay,
So no one in his name be killed,
Do not portray my friend me weak,
Do not think me without courage,
Because I turn the other cheek,
Be though not to love, but hate a scourge,
Wave not your banner of false hopes,
In your temples or assemblies,
Wear ungodly dress or robes,
Surely there the devil be,
Fight my fight with love not swords,
Reach deep within your soul,
Follow not the common hordes,
To win their hearts your goal,
Swords to ploughshares turn this world,
Reap the gold that multiplies,
Soul by soul, your love unfurled,
You’ll break the Devils ties.©01/03/2010