Faith, Family & Community
There’s a name for war and killing, there’s a name for giving in, when you know another answer, for me the name is sin, but there’s still time to turn around, and make all hatred cease, and give another name to living, and we could call it peace.
And peace would be the road we walk, each step along the way, and peace would be the way we work, and peace the way we play. And in all we see that’s different, and in all the things we know, peace would be the way we look, and peace the way we grow.
There’s a name for separation, there’s a name for first and last, when it’s all for us or nothing, for me the name is past, but there’s still time to turn around, and make all hatred cease, and give a name to all the future, and we could call it peace.
And if peace is what we pray for and peace is what we give, then peace will be the way we are, and peace the way we live. Yes there still is the time to turn around, and make all hatred cease, and give another name to living, and we can call it peace. (The Peace Poem written by John Denver) Last Sunday evening, during our alternative service, Xperience, these words by John Denver served as one of my sermon illustrations. I was preaching on Gentle Peace using a focus passage from James 3 including verses 17-18: 17 But the wisdom from above is first pure, then peaceable, gentle, willing to yield, full of mercy and good fruits, without a trace of partiality or hypocrisy. 18 And the fruit of righteousness is sown in peace by those who make peace.
