Peace Or War, It's For You To Decide.

When I plucked a rose flower, The thorn pricked my little finger And the blood came with pain, Oh Jesus, how you wore a crown Made of thorn, with no pain? When I lifted a bench alone, My legs couldn’t move or turn, I had a catch at my back with pain. Oh Jesus, how you took the cross O’er your shoulders with ease? When the lift, one day, failed I went up with my loads in hand, But every step took my breath out. Oh Jesus, how you managed the weight Up on the mountain, when you went? When I went out in the hot sun, With no water to drink, I fell down, And my vision failed to lead me on. Oh Jesus, how you walked all the way Unmindful of the sun, can you say? When I struck a nail on the wall The hammer stuck my fingernail And the nail turned blue with pain horrible. Oh Jesus, how you took those blows terrible When nailed on the cross, an act so cruel? When one man kills another, it’s murder, But when thousands get killed, it’s holy war Which act’s justified, it’s correct how far? Oh Jesus, how can you remain silent When this world has become so violent? May the Heaven now send hundreds of Jesus For this earth be turned into a world of peace? May better sense prevail among warmongers To stop, this killing-spree, justified as holy wars? Now peace or war, it’s for you to decide?