My brothers sharpen me. My son sharpens me. We are irons in the fire together; blades in war. Born of the same blood, now, united in Christ. I don’t foresee a battle we can’t win. Standing side by side, nothing gets through. First one enemy falls and then another. We step over them and keep marching forward, our shields raised to the enemy’s fiery arrows. Not our own bravery but the Lord’s. Steel clashing with steel, sparks flying, my brothers feel the burns but it leaves no marks. A sharp blade penetrates the flesh with ease. The stain of the blood He shared on the cross protects us and wipes clean our sins.
Based on Proverbs 27:17
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