An Enemy Called

Ready to fight.
Ready to defend.
This mob coming towards me,
Rabbi at its head.

And Jesus…
Took the sword from my hand.

He looked,
And He saw,
Not the outside,
But my soul.

All my defenses
Crumbled at His words,
And I followed,
And I found,
Healing for my wounds.

****

Oh Jesus, You took
The sword from his hand.
Oh, Jesus, please take
The swords out of mine.

Patricia Burlison
©2015

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