The world is fierce with weaponry
and we are born with swords in hand;
in every face an enemy,
each step a palace to make our stand.
Our shields and armor weigh us down,
and when the waters rise, we'll drown.
You came into this world, oh Lord,
without a shield strapped to your back,
your message as your only sword,
the truth alone as your attack.
The Son of God to earth come down,
you walk the waters where we drown.
How can we follow where you lead,
too heavy here to walk your road
when it's your weightless peace we need?
Oh, free our shoulders from the load!
Teach us to lay our weapons down
and save us, Lord, before we drown!
Then lead us onward, swordless king,
as we go weaponless to fight,
and bless the empty hands we bring
to work for you and build the right.
For you we lay these burdens down,
and take your hand, and do not drown.
Kate Bluett 
