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Swords into ploughshares - How a heart can change

Swords into ploughshares


With the sword

in my heart

I am always armed

for battle.


Everything and everybody

who opposes my self-centered will

gets attacked.


As a result of that

my heart turned hard as stone

over the years.

I have not been accessible

for true love

for a long time.


It’s seeds

fall on a hard

and dried up ground

and do not have a chance

to sprout in me.


Turn you sword

into ploughshares

that is what is said.

But for a long time

I did not know

what was meant by that.


All of a sudden I could understand it:

If I do not first of all start to plow

the rock solid ground in my own heart

no love can grow.


But all I have available for that

is a weapon.

It is not suitable for a plow.


Only in the furnace

of God’s love

can this metal be converted.


Am I willing to lay down

the sword within me

in order to form a plow of love

out of it?


My soil needs to be plowed first

that is for sure

because what I have done so far

was wrong.

 

 

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Isaiah 2:4 (The Israel Bible)

Thus He will judge among the nations And arbitrate for the many peoples, And they shall beat their swords into plowshares And their spears into pruning hooks: Nation shall not take up Sword against nation; They shall never again know war.

 

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