Manufactured Peace (Arrangement II)

They sold us silence and they called it relief. A clean little coffin for a dangerous belief. Painted every chain in a comfortable white. Said, “Keep your head down and you’ll sleep through the night.” We traded conviction for a seat at the table. Called ourselves loving while we buried the faithful. No blood on the carpet. No cracks in the wall. Just a room full of people learning nothing at all. I smiled on command while my spirit went numb. Kept calling it peace ’cause the conflict was done. But a lie left alone doesn’t loosen its teeth. It just learns how to whisper underneath. THIS ISN’T PEACE! IT’S A CAGE WITH THE DOOR PAINTED ON! THIS ISN’T LOVE! IT’S THE TRUTH WITH ITS TONGUE RIPPED OUT! Jesus, tear through the calm we manufactured. Wake every heart we anesthetized. If peace has to kneel to keep the darkness flattered— LET THE FALSE PEACE DIE! I know how it happens—I have played that part. Bit down on the warning just to soften my heart. I have swallowed my anger till it poisoned my prayer. Said, “God must be silent,” while I left it in there. I mistook being harmless for becoming like Christ. But love walked to a cross; it did not negotiate light. You overturned tables when the sacred was sold. I was guarding appearances and calling it control. Father, cut through the image I desperately keep. There are wounds under quiet that are learning to speak. If confession brings conflict, then let it begin. Better war with the lie than make peace with the sin. I don’t want comfort that costs me the truth. I don’t want unity built over wounds. I don’t want mercy rewritten as fear. God, if You’re speaking— Make me willing to hear. Rip out the wiring. Kill the disguise. No more communion With comfortable lies. No more “peace” While the innocent bleed. No more forgiveness Without truth underneath. But Father— When I start cutting, Keep hatred out of my hands. When righteous anger rises, Don’t let pride take command. Make me fierce enough to face it, Gentle enough to grieve, Wise enough to know the difference Between surrender and peace. I don’t need everyone quiet. I need You in the room. I don’t need a painless healing. I need an honest wound. Let the tears come. Let the buried voices rise. Real peace doesn’t hide the scars. It puts them in Your light. THIS ISN’T PEACE! IT’S A CAGE WITH THE DOOR PAINTED ON! THIS ISN’T LOVE! IT’S THE TRUTH WITH ITS TONGUE RIPPED OUT! Jesus, tear through the calm we manufactured. Wake every heart we anesthetized. If peace has to kneel to keep the darkness flattered— LET THE FALSE PEACE DIE! Prince of Peace, Destroy the peace we made without You. Leave nothing false alive. Then build in us What only truth can hold.