THE SWORD – A Poem

Parents, brethren, child in the flesh,

Same family we do share,

God’s Word, His Sword, came to our clan,

Dividing wheat and tare.

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The nearest, dearest, ones we love,

Now keep quite far away,

But pray we will, and not give up,

They’ll join with us one day.

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The sword is real, though not of steel,

It separates in two,

Those who believe, and those who don’t,

It’s left for us to choose.

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Do we love them, oh yes we do,

But Christ we love much more,

If we turn back, once truth be known,

He’ll one day shut the door.

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It was foretold, in days of old,

This way that it would be,

For those of us, who love the Lord,

Who choose to follow thee.

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It’s plain that if we silent kept,

And never did we speak,

So many lost relationships,

Would still be ours to keep.

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We preach of sin, and saving grace,

Repent, believe, we say,

These words are what upsets them most,

They tell us, go away!

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My hands are clean, I’ve done my job,

Misunderstood I’ve been,

My great concern, without the Lord,

They will die in their sin!

Cathy White – 2007

Jesus said . . .

Matthew 10:34 Think not that I am come to send peace on earth: I came not to send peace, but a sword.

Matthew 10:35 For I am come to set a man at variance against his father, and the daughter against her mother, and the daughter in law against her mother in law.

Matthew 10:36 And a man’s foes shall be they of his own household.

Matthew 10:37 He that loveth father or mother more than me is not worthy of me: and he that loveth son or daughter more than me is not worthy of me.

Matthew 10:38 And he that taketh not his cross, and followeth after me, is not worthy of me.

Matthew 10:39 He that findeth his life shall lose it: and he that loseth his life for my sake shall find it.

Matthew 10:40 He that receiveth you receiveth me, and he that receiveth me receiveth him that sent me.

See also  … SALVATION

About Cathy

I am a born again Christian, saved in 1988 at the age of 38. My mother was born again in her old age, in her 80's. Her name is Giannina which means "God is gracious."
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2 Responses to THE SWORD – A Poem

  1. Cathy says:

    Yes Tami, painful as it is, my husband and I would rather be completely alone also rather than offend the Lord or deny His truth. Thank you for your comment. It is a comfort to me. Blessings, …

  2. Tami Lee says:

    Dear Sister,
    How well we understand this poem and the pain you’ve experienced for Jesus’ sake. His sweet words make it all possible. I would rather be completely alone (and we were, for many years) and have Jesus than have a huge company of relatives and friends adoring me — without Christ.
    If it were not for the Family of God — the remnant of faithful ones called aside to follow Jesus in truth and love — we do not know how we could do it.
    He fulfills His promise when He says in Mark 10:29-30: “There is no man that hath left house, or brethren, or sisters, or father, or mother, or wife, or children, or lands, for my sake, and the gospel’s, But he shall receive an hundredfold now in this time, houses, and brethren, and sisters, and mothers, and children, and lands, with
    persecutions; and in the world to come eternal life.”
    The sweetness of Jesus’ love within the brotherhood more than replaces the relationship lost when you lose relatives and friends for Christ’s sake. That doesn’t mean you don’t hurt any more. But it is a balm from Gilead to the soul; it is a healing and enabling to serve Jesus faithfully, when you feel abandoned by those who ought to love you.
    Psalm 27:10: “When my father and my mother forsake me, then the LORD will take me up.”
    Thank you for the poem, Cathy. God bless and comfort you.

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