The pen is mightier than the sword they say, but I write with the hope that swords will rust, or be made into plowshares. That we'll till the earth. Share a harvest. That a portion of every field we'll leave un-reaped. That there'll be something left for the orphan, the widow, and the stranger to eat. That we'll give until we're all fed. And that every seven years we'll
Exodus...
Exodus...
Exodus...
The pen is mightier than the sword they say, but I write with the hope that swords will rust, or be made into plowshares. That we'll till the earth. Share a harvest. That a portion of every field we'll leave un-reaped. That there'll be something left for the orphan, the widow, and the stranger to eat. That we'll give until we're all fed. And that every seven years we'll