How long

How long O sword?

Will you be quiet!

Rest in your scabbard.

Baldness has come to the valley. 

How long will you cut yourself?

The sword! The sword!

How can it be quite?

He has apportioned it there.

It will do his will:

Not return void. 

Blessings,

Curse,

Choose.

You loose

Or you win

On this one thing.

"O sword of the Lord, how long until you are quite?"

I've yet begun:

I am sharpening the blade;

Honing it well.

To cut into hell!

Then set the chaff on fire.

Listen carefully

It's not you or me.

But His desire.

To turn things around

Back on solid ground,

With Him as the Squire. 

Don't follow me:

Look for yourself;

He'll give you all the knowledge. 

Totally free

If we bend the knee

He'll release us from this porridge. 

Beware;

Only One;

Has the throne.

If in him the world is your oyster.

Your pleasant fruit tree 

Invite them to see.

Under its shade:

Joy for the nations. 

What I am talking about 

Is a spiritual route.

Idol worship:

Infecting our minds;

Sending us blind;

With their smoke and filthy infections.

He showed them grace:

Got misplaced;

Now there

In

The

Gutter.

Over here:

My blood is dear;

But for you precious.

Without me:

assured 

You'll

Fall to

Deception.

His claim is clear.

Without me near:

Possession 

Always 

His.

Be

Turned

Back around.

Before judgement:

Make your confession.