These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

"For the word of God is quick, and powerful,
and sharper than any twoedged sword,
piercing even to the dividing asunder
of soul and spirit, and of the joints and marrow,
and is a discerner of the thoughts and intents of the heart."
(Hebrews 4:12, KJV)

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Andúril, O, you, gallant blade
in Aragorn's strong hand,
knows victory forevermore
in God's immutable Plan.

The Ten Commands were never chose
to be Salvation's course.
Perfection lived through death and life
by Christ is its blest Source.

O, Narsil, broken ne'er to fight
in blessing, not at all,
until the command, "Restore, again.
The broken places call."

Commandments shards, a gnarly mess,
until the rightful Heir
set foot on David's Terran sod
to wield its meaning there.

The blessed days of the King have come
through one lone rock-carved tomb.
The foe was sliced, Narsil restored,
and sheathed in hearts of whom
the Truth is known and wielded right,
and seeded there to bloom.

This spirit sword must swiftly cut
through all the noisome horde,
until great Victory is known
in the Presence of the Lord.

Andúril e'er Salvation's Joy
throughout the lasting Day.
Its peace none ever can remove
from One our price did pay.