A poem inspired by 2 Sam. 23:10; Ephesians 6:17; Hebrews 4:12; Revelation 19:15; and similar Scriptures
It glistens silver-- Unrelentingly sharp, Double-edged, Forged in God's fire (Fire prepared for victory-- Every single time), Never losing its edge Battle after battle. Some soldiers talk of its power; But few take it to combat, Excusing why it's not ready, "It doesn't apply here." They claim. And all the while The church keeps losing, While the sword made to win Is memorialized and discussed, But left in its sheath-- Largely untried, Though it'd win every time. Lord help us For reticence to pick up And use The sword of Your Spirit-- God's very word-- While we defeatedly watch The enemy continue To Taunt and rage on.