The Word of God, a sword so sharp,
Cuts through the soul, a spiritual mark.
It challenges, it stings, it wakes the mind,
A call to grow, to leave sin behind.

The Bible, my staff through life’s dark night,
Kills fleshly desires, fuels spiritual might.
It guides, it teaches, it sets me free,
A beacon of truth in life’s great sea.

But many claim, “I’m Christian too,”
Yet live in comfort, never breaking through.
They seek independence, momentary bliss,
Yet wonder why their hearts feel amiss.

The truth, though harsh, is meant to heal,
A hard pill swallowed, though it feel.
It’s not about mere morals, good deeds done,
But learning through pain, the path has begun.

Like a mother’s warning, “The stove is hot,”
We touch, despite the consequences not.
We think we’re exempt from life’s hard knocks,
Yet none are good, except for the Lord.

I follow Christ, the truth my guide,
It hurts, it challenges, yet I abide.
In love for God, I lay aside the world,
His voice my compass, my eternal pearl.

Not lukewarm, but bold and true,
I serve a God who sees me through.
Denominations may cause confusion’s maze,
But I will not let distractions sway my gaze.

The devil whispers, “Let me lead,”
But I will not yield, my faith will feed.
Through every trial, every test of faith,
I stand firm, embracing the Word’s great weight.

You may find me strange, my path obscure,
But in His light, I see the cure.
Each day I learn, grow closer still,
To Him who calls, and I must fulfill.

So be offended, if you must,
For in my words, His truth is ******.
A follower of Christ, a seeker of truth,
In Him, I find my lasting youth.