Come the double-edged sword, the one word of might,
Bespoke by the saviour in stripes benedight.
The word brings clarity to the counsel-less mind
And trades a beast’s burdens for a life led aligned
With the shepherd of old, the Lord ‘throned above
Wherein burns like a furnace the fatherly love
That all souls desire and withal require,
Though many acknowledge not for their deceptive attire.
Come the word and the truth, against hurled stones made sharp,
With the scimitar’s sting, but dulcet call of the harp.
This word enters man as both the embrace and the rod –
“Behold! The kindness and severity of God.”
Could you tell what this poem was about?
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Amen
I love to see people of your generation, the ones to rise up to write something like this, definately was moved with the powerful ending of the last two lines. Aweseome. Blessings.
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Thank you, Denerica. When I can see that my writing has in some way reached someone else and, even slightly, blessed them or impacted them in some way, bringing them closer to God, I feel accomplished. I'm glad you enjoyed the poem, and thank you again for your kind encouragements.
~Gabreon~
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