The Battle - To Walk Among the Meek

Put the knife away, I say.
Put the knife away.
Go back home 
And humbly pray
For faith to win the day.
There is no battle left to win
No struggle yet untried
Except the battle in man’s heart
To grapple with the lie,
The lie that we inherited
From fathers brave and true,
Fathers who believed that they
Could make the choice for you,
Who hoped that if they gave their lives
That they could make us free.
But don’t you see, nobody’s free,
Not in the way you think.
Because it doesn’t come that way.
And yet, there's One, 
A hallowed Son 
The Man of Liberty.
He did not fight to save his life
Yet set the captives free.
And we must fight
To be like Him.
To turn the other cheek.
We must fight to own the right
To walk among the meek.

Ye have heard that it hath been said, An eye for an eye, and a tooth for a tooth: But I say unto you, That ye resist not evil: but whosoever shall smite thee on thy right cheek, turn to him the other also. And if any man will sue thee at the law, and take away thy coat, let him have thy cloke also. And whosoever shall compel thee to go a mile, go with him twain. Give to him that asketh thee, and from him that would borrow of thee turn not thou away.  Ye have heard that it hath been said, Thou shalt love thy neighbour, and hate thine enemy. But I say unto you, Love your enemies, bless them that curse you, do good to them that hate you, and pray for them which despitefully use you, and persecute you; That ye may be the children of your Father which is in heaven…    Matthew 5: 38-45