If conscience counts for more than might and justice, mercy, peace still more, whoever calls us out to fight we still say No to every war. If love still matters more than fear and what seems weak has greater strength, we shall be called to suffer her, be widely scorned and mocked at length. If every person, every life, deserved our reverence and respect, at poisoned words fomenting strife we must protect, we shall object. If Christ has died, and Christ is risen, our path is sure, but never smooth; we trace the pattern he has given, his way of love, his life of truth. Each night that falls, each day that dawns, bring terror to earth's neediest ones: for grapes have never grown from thorns nor peace form bombs, nor joy from guns. So no short cut shall tempt our feet, for vicious means make crooked ends; nor shall we think our work complete till enemies become our friends. And even if that cannot be within our span of mortal breath, we still refuse to bow the knee to gods of pride and power and death. If health and hope may yet increase and seeds of live find space to grow, our Yes to justice, mercy, peace, still means, to killing we say No.