I want to get a claymore to honor the Scottish part of my heritiage some day. I like swords. They serve as reminders of the sword of the spirit that we all have as believers in Christ. I'm not going to lie, I might also hold it up and say "there can be only one", at least a few dozen times.
Reminding me that God trusted me with a sword helps me man up. Listening to Christ-centered celtic punk also helps me man up. It is time for men of God in the body of Christ to man up. No more on the fence!
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Like a tree without its branches, like a fire without a light,
You’re a battle weary soldier who is running from the fight,
Like a ship without an anchor, you’re a boat without a crew,
You hide the light inside you as you’re whoring out the truth,
On the outside you’re pretty, on the inside you’re drenched,
In the blood of the anointed in the wound of the oppressed,
Fill your cup full of sorrows as you soil the master’s clothes,
You were faithful at the wedding feast, but now wasted in the road,
Like a city on a hill with a blackout in effect
You defy your maker, is there one you respect?
Like a city on a hill you are tattered and torn,
You defy your Maker in your return to the scorn,
Put life to your footsteps, put spine to your feet,
Will you make your decision are you chaff or are you wheat?
Will you rise or will you fall, will you stand or will you crawl?
Will you be the ones He's called you to be or turn away and run,
I say No