Gospel Of Peace

The helmet's weight doesn't crush your bones Shielded thoughts that steal the day Each strike falls against the unknown Is turned aside by words that stay Fastened truth holds fast the mind Against deceit that creeps inside The winds will come, the sky will break The messenger must revive the dead Through broken ground and empty faith Their steps will carry what is said The Gospel walks where swords can't go A flame that burns through frost and woe It finds the hearts that bleed and dream And binds the wounds that wars have seen No kingdom built with mortal hands Can crush the strength on which it stands Peace is not the absence of war It's standing firm and nothing more The winds will come, the sky will break The messenger must revive the dead Through broken ground and empty faith Their steps will carry what is said The shield that guards the unseen soul Turns arrows into faded dust The sword they bear is not for flesh But words that pierce and never rust Their call is not to conquer lands But stand where others turn away The Gospel waits in silent hands For those prepared to walk its way