Peace

This poem can be sung to the Stuart Townsend song/hymn - How Deep The Father's Love For Us


Of all the wars that ever fought

and all the deaths so tragic

they added none to those that passed

death is the way of mankind


Come walk with me upon a path

this morning through the flowers

we felt the chill brush past our checks

our shoes were damp but willing


Ahead in mist made clear a fence

with rusty gate confining

this was our way and no where else

too late to change our anthem


As we approached it opened wide

sweet sunshine on the meadow

but then a fusillade was spent

tore searing through a body


You lay there on that rolling hill

eyes opened but in anguish

a wordless plea with each heartbeat

I couldn't stop the bleeding


Who are the ones that never hear

when battles are a raging

you run but are you going straight

away from sweet plantation


There is this cross upon a rise

where hate and death did perish

I held the hammer in my hands

my hands that were not worthy


Then looking up I saw a man

him striding toward my station

he beckoned me with outstretched arms

then opened up the cavern


A table set before our foes

a feast all so amazing

it was a place of tranquil peace

except those singing angels