The sword takes life the cross gives life

The Sword or the Cross

In every story ever told the hero wins the day,
From early gladiators to modern fighting titans,
With clever names like Cassius Clay.

Alexander fought his way through fields of men and blood,
Till massive wealth poured in and out of kingdoms,
It’s measure like a mighty flood.

The Caesers had a dynasty
They thought would last a thousand years,
A dream they failed to fill.
Regardless of their ruthlessness,
No limit to the blood they’d spill.

But kingdoms have another way of rising to the top,
Whose leader never held a sword.
Whose thoughts, ideals and dreams,
The rulers of the day were powerless to stop.

His style was non-resistance,
A world bemused could never understand.
This softy spoken carpenter from nowhere,
Some fishermen, his mottley band. 

The banner that he carried,
Devoid of eagles wings and claws,
Had simple words of love and truth,
Accepting men with all their flaws.

So if you want to win the day,
Your flag of peace unfurled.
Remember meakness -  inherits all,
And overcomes this world.

Christian poetry by Geoffrey