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.