Struck By My Pen
The sword in my hand
is a pen
Sharp is the dried ink
I electronically send
Like all the mighty men of old,
I’m not afraid to speak the truth
Children of Judah walk like lions,
we stride bold
Idol loving liars beware,
I love hunting your beastly sins
I love catching you in the dark,
then smiting you with my pen
The sword in my hand
is a Goliath-killing pen ...
it’s fire forged
Slinging a smooth, small stone of truth,
I took the big sword
out of my enemy’s hand
Now it’s a giant sword I’m wielding
So I ask, as I approach: are you foe or friend?
Wrong answer will get you cut down,
struck dead by my pen
Truth is a double-edged sword,
its words are sharp
Blessed is he who has the words of God
issuing from their mouth
Faithful is he who holds that sword
resting on the hot coals
Devoted is he who unsheathes this pen,
ready to join the battle
of Good versus evil
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2017
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