Who is he who hates his brother? For hate of self is only hate of another. The face in the crowd is the mirror you hold, The story of one is the story of all, written in silver and gold. To strike at another is to wound your own soul, For only together can the broken be whole. Oh, brother, let your hatred cease, And fill your heart with gentle peace. Every mans your brother ’Cause that’s who you are. God remembers the meek, the quiet, and the slight, Those who walk softly through the heat of the night. While the proud seek the heavens with towers of stone, The humble shall find that the earth is their own— Inherited not by the sword or the greed, But by those who have planted a different seed. Oh, brother, let your hatred cease, And fill your heart with gentle peace. Every mans your brother ’Cause that’s who you are. And God is with all the peacemakers, the calm in the fray, Who bridge the Great Silence and show us the way. They are the healers where the spirit is flawed, And they shall be called the children of God. For to quiet the storm and to steady the hand Is to build a kingdom on more than just sand. Oh, brother, let your hatred cease, And fill your heart with gentle peace. Every mans your brother ’Cause that’s who you are. I guide you to be the salt of the earth, the spark in the clay, To give life its meaning, to keep the rot at bay. But if the salt loses its useful flavor, its purpose, its sting, What will the earth be salted with? What can it bring? If the savor is gone, it is good for no thing, But to be thrown to the path where the heavy heels swing. Oh, brother, let your hatred cease, And fill your heart with gentle peace. Every mans your brother ’Cause that’s who you are. Do not be trampled like dust on the street, By losing the essence that makes your life sweet. Be the peace, be the patience, be the brother you see, For in every man’s eyes is who you are meant to be.
