The Holy Book About War. Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

Old Book, war cries loud and clear,
God's orders, conquering, fueled by fear.
Nations judged, by sword and flame,
A different God, another name.

New Book whispers, soft and low,
Of turning cheeks, where love should grow.
Not earthly battles, won with might,
But inner struggles, dark to light.

Religion's fire, a burning brand,
Used to conquer, across the land.
But Scripture shows, a different face,
War's consequence, of sin's disgrace.

No Christian call, to fight and kill,
But love that conquers, hearts that still.
The battle rages, in the soul,
For peace and mercy, to make us whole.