How long

How long O sword, Will you be quiet,
Resting in your scabbard?

Baldness has come to the valley.
How long will you cut yourself?

The Sword! The Sword!
How can it be quiet?
He has apportioned it there.

It will do His will:
Not return void.

Blessings,
Curse,
Choose.
You loose
Or you win,
On this very thing.

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

I have 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 this around,
back on solid ground,
With Him as our Squire.

Don't follow me.
Look for yourself,
He'll gives all the knowledge.

Totally free:
If we bend the knee;
Released from this porridge.

Beware!
Only One
Has the throne.
In Him, the world
Can be your oyster.

Your pleasant fruit
From the vine
Healing
All
Nations.
What I am
taking about
A spiritual route.

Idol worship infected our minds.

Sheep without a shepherd:
He showed them grace,
Got misplaced.

Now they're 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?
Hear!

Possession
Always
His.
Be
Turned
Back around.
Before judgement:
Make your confession.