The Blacksmith

I came with a blade in a
Little black wrap.
A splitarted
Sword with a thunderbolt crack
I carried my grievance through
Bri and
Glenn with names on my tongue
Like a curse
And amen
They sharpened their whispers, insulted
My name.
They dressed up their daggers
In delicate blame.
They smiled
Like saints while they buried the knife
And called it concern when they bloodied
My life.
So
I crossed the hills where
The black first bed with my
Broken steel and my will to amen.
Make
It whole.
I said make it keen
Make it bright.
Let it drink what they
Owe me before morning light.
The forge
Fire open one copper eye.
The smoke curled upward like judgment in sky.
The blacksmith looked down where my
Anger had burned.
It's a child.
NOT
EVERY BLADE BROKEN GETS TURNED.
Beat it
Down low.
Let the hot iron love
Vengeance is mine.
Let the bitter blade go.
What you bring for the fight.
I will turn for the light.
Plow
Share and thorn from the sword
In the night.
Hammer and mercy, cold
Fire and court.
Christ took the nails
And the wrath of the sword.
Lay down
Your claim of forgiveness be born.
The king wore a crown made of vengeance and thorn
I say you don't know what they stole
With their lies.
The sleep from
My bones and the peace from my eyes.
You
Don't know the laughter that
Followed my fall.
All the hands that
Threw stones then prayed over all.
He laid my own blade.
Where the furnace mouth side and the metal went
Red like a wound open wide.
No
Sword heals a sorrow.
No edge makes you hold.
A blade in the hand leaves
A blade in the stone.
He said there is
One who slandered and tried.
Who
Answered with silence when liars cried
He carried no vengeance of
Calvar's
Road but bore in his body the curse
TO OUR ROAD.
BEAT it down
Lay it low.
Let the hot iron blow
Vengeance is mine.
Let the bitter blade go.
What you bring for the fight.
I will turn to the light.
Cloud
Share and thorn from the sword
In the night.
Hammer and mercy.
Cold
Fire and cord.
Christ took the nails and the wrath of a sword.
Lay down your claim.
Let forgiveness be born
The king wore.
The crown laid abandons
And fall
Yeah
Lit it down
Ash to crown
Steel to see mercy.
He hammered a plow from the spine
Of my rage to turn over soil
Where the old war was caged.
He pulled
From the fire one nail black and thin and said, "This is how
God made
Peace with your sin
Then twisted the thorn from the heat and scar a crown for the wounds i
Had carried so far.
Not yours to repay, not yours to condemn.
The judge
Of the earth has been judged for them
I fell to my knees by the anvil of grace.
The fire made gold of the tears on my face.
My hands had come
Hungry for blood and release
But mercy remain them for showing
In peace
Be it down, lay it low.
Let the hot iron blow.
Vengeance is mine.
Let the bitter blade go.
What you
Bring for the fight.
I will turn to the light.
Thou share and thorn from
The sword in the night.
Power and mercy
Cold fire and cord.
Christ hooks the nails and the wrath of the sword.
Lay
Down your claimless forgiveness
Before the king or the crown made
Of vengeance
No blade in my hands, no curse
In my breath, no death
I demand from the shadow of death.
The sword I
Have carried.
Hatred
I swore was buried in
Christ and will rise no more
I came for a sword to make
Enemies mourn
He gave me a plow, a nail, and a thorn