STAND

Go

And when you get there, you will know

Where the rebels lay their heads

And sleep with dreams atop their worn out beds

And Go

To where the warriors sit underneath the summer suns

In a world no longer burdened by soldiers’ guns

Eyes for seeing, air for breathing

Tongues for singing, feet for dancing

Hearts to hold like empty hands

Darling wait until the morning comes again…

And we make our stand.

Run

To the land for which the Son has bled and won

Though these tears you cannot hide

I’ll be waiting there for you on the other side

Eyes for weeping, stars in the evening

In all your grieving, my shoulder for leaning

Hearts to hold like empty hands

Darling wait until the morning comes again…

And we make our stand.

Go…

And when you get there you will see

Swords hammered into plowshares…

finally.