THE SWORD
I have heard it said many times that whatever divides is not of God. Of course, that simply depends on what is being divided and why. Is it not of God to divide sheep from goats, fleece from sheep, truth from error, heretics from the faithful, wheat from the tares?
The problem is that those who make the statement above presume to be sheep or, they are under the false notion that pain and suffering and sorrow arising naturally from division are products of Satan and not of God. But these same people indulge in dividing others in the Name of God and think nothing of it. And does not God wound and break? Does He not call to forsake wife, children, parents and friends? Is forsaking easy and pleasant? If so, it would not be forsaking.
Lyrics by Victor N. Hafichuk
Music by John Capek
I am not sent for division’s sake
I do not come to attack
Strife and debate I do not sow
Yet all these are found where I go.
There are those who wish to take the Truth
And claim it for their own
But others, joined to them, declare
“If you go, you go alone.”
CHORUS: But come if you will, take the medicine
Be healed in your soul, set free
And in place of what you leave behind
There are far greater things to be.
There are far greater things to be.
I cannot help but cause this woe
If I’m to speak what is true
I can only hope as time goes on
That your loved ones will come too.
You cannot wait for them to come
The time to take heed is now
Just as you cannot wait for yours
The call cannot wait for you.
I haven’t come for evil’s sake
Bearing trouble, sorrow, and pain
Yet, the sword I bear
Will cut in two
And each half in two again
Each part in two again.
As friends increase, my enemies will
Grow in numbers greater still
There are very few who know they’re ill
And willing to swallow the pill.
But many there are who take offence
That the Truth… the Truth should upset their life
And hence the division, the sorrow, the pain,
The debate, the anger, and strife.
CHORUS: But come if you will, take the medicine
Be healed in your soul, set free
And in place of what you leave behind
There are far greater things to be.
There are far greater things to be.
Victor Hafichuk
Original poem
Lethbridge, October 1, 1984
