I was holding a sword
He offered me bread
Sharp was His word
No!… Kindness instead
“But it is Truth!”
I argued-He said…
“Just leave that to Me…
You need to be led”
The sword of My word
Just swing at the one
Who tells only lies
And hinders your run
Don’t take the sword
Into your camp
Don’t swing it around
Instead, light a lamp
Bread and light
Kindness and care
The sword finds its mark…
Soon hope is there
Our Great Physician
Handles so well
The sword of His word
And then He can tell
That the touch of His hand
Has eased all the pain
Love in the wound
Comfort again
The wounds of a friend
Not meant to offend
The Spirit of Love
Brings peace again
David Kettler
August 7th 2017
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