Your sword, sir —
supernatural steel
forged in the kilns of heaven,
the Spirit’s flaming word,
quick and powerful
as silver refined seven times,
dividing asunder
joints and marrow,
discerning thoughts
and intents of hearts.

Your seal — this coat of wonder,
a robe of righteousness
purchased by the blessed
Son of God.

Your rest —
in mansions made of glory.
Your quest —
part of God’s own story.