I regard not ultimatums of men, nor discuss their terms for peace

Never confessing where they've been nor considering things unseen

But upon unconditional love's surrender, I’ll bless who says and does:

"I, for my loved ones you remember, will tell the ones you love"

 

I talked about planting seeds, though not a farmer’s son

Teaching some of raising sheep, yet not a shepherd born

A carpenter’s son, I still can hear these words upon my ear:

“Struggle not against the grain, but form the wood with care"

 

I use a father's love to teach the love of the father

Using Pharisee's soulish pride accomplished the work of the cross

Diminish not nor malign, empassioned wayward fervor

But using it, such as it is, form truth within the heart