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