Spoiler
I wrote this poem for a project in an English Literature class of mine. We were told to write a poem about something that was wrong with the world and asking in the poem for someone to fix it. Here, I am asking Jesus Christ to come redeem His church.
She Bears a Traitor's Sword
H. C. Smith
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To Thee who died a prisoner’s death, but returned to us as Lord:
Thy church, once graced with loyalty, now bears a traitor’s sword.
The devil’s chair has called to her, Thine own declared bride.
They gutted her with the sharpened edge of the deathly blade of pride.
To the hungry lusts of men and beasts, she has fallen prey;
Destroyed by fiends and hypocrites, left in ruin and decay.
Once as gentle as a lamb, now clothed in lupine hide.
Resurrect her like the blessed saints who grieve her at Thy side.
Bring to her the love and truth to keep the dark at bay.
Free her from hell’s torrid grip, for she has gone astray.
Thy soul is like a fire, slaying shadows in its light.
No demon of the world has the power to bear Thy might.
Thy church is not so cold that she is hidden from love's spark.
Call upon Thy bride, O Lord, and watch her turn so from the dark.
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H. C. Smith
* * *
To Thee who died a prisoner’s death, but returned to us as Lord:
Thy church, once graced with loyalty, now bears a traitor’s sword.
The devil’s chair has called to her, Thine own declared bride.
They gutted her with the sharpened edge of the deathly blade of pride.
To the hungry lusts of men and beasts, she has fallen prey;
Destroyed by fiends and hypocrites, left in ruin and decay.
Once as gentle as a lamb, now clothed in lupine hide.
Resurrect her like the blessed saints who grieve her at Thy side.
Bring to her the love and truth to keep the dark at bay.
Free her from hell’s torrid grip, for she has gone astray.
Thy soul is like a fire, slaying shadows in its light.
No demon of the world has the power to bear Thy might.
Thy church is not so cold that she is hidden from love's spark.
Call upon Thy bride, O Lord, and watch her turn so from the dark.
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