THE SWORD OF GOD’S WORD

When woes of life encompass me,
I seek the solace of God’s word,
I search to quiet heart and mind…
I place myself upon His sword.

But woe is me, God’s sword hits steel,
The steel existing within me,
In mind, in heart, as well as soul…
The parts of me with injury.

His voice is quiet, doesn’t shout,
If only I had ears to hear,
But peace won’t come to solace me…
For eyes stay focused on the mirror.

I must decrease and He increase,
For only then His voice be heard.
My inner voice is loud, won’t cease…
Drowning, from ears, God’s holy word.

The bible’s opened; I seek His voice,
The search for inner peace goes on,
His word cuts steel and sears my flesh…
God’s sword, two-edged, I fall upon.

I feel Him stir within my soul,
And soon no longer me I see,
For Potter God has been increased…
Reduced to clay, at last, is me.