The Sword of Laban
From deep within Jerusalem,
The sacred, Holy land,
Came precious gleaming sword – born of
the forge, to Laban’s hand.
Its sharpened blade of precious steel,
And hilt of purest gold,
Would slay its way through history,
To see God’s plan unfold.
Its master, one who’s greed was blind,
Cast pearls before the swine,
And spent his time in sinful waste,
His love, on casks of wine.
Then God, through angel tongue, inspired
A visionary man,
To seek, procure, his holy words,
From evil’s clenching hand.
This sword protected Plates of Brass,
Upon which lay the law
Of God, but lay unused, unread-
dormant treasure sent by God.
By fate, and lots, one night a son,
Was led by Spirit voice,
To Laban’s side- as he lay still,
Then struggled with the choice
Of taking life, and thus providing
Hope of gospel light.
Or shrinking, and condemning
All to ignorance’s night.
This son, this valiant, faithful, son
Then took that stainless sword,
And severed Laban’s guilty head,
As soldier of the Lord.
It traveled then through deep travails,
And miles of wilderness,
Arriving then in promised lands,
It never left the side of all
The records of the Lord,
Standing up as symbol of the
Power of God’s word.
From Father down to son it passed,
And fought, defending truth,
For centuries, and then beyond,
Endured, providing proof
That God protects his record still,
And does what must be done,
Ensuring all his people will
have knowledge of his Son.
E’en then, when God’s own people fell,
In sinful, prideful ways,
The sword remained as pure and clean,
As truth, that never fades.
Lastly, now its day had come,
Its final duty shown-
Remain interred with record pure,
Its angel now had flown.
And in the earth it stayed, alone,
For fourteen-hundred years.
Until its flying angel once again
Returned! Its time was near!
To once again defend God’s word,
Against its wicked foe,
God’s record, pure, inspired, now lay
Inscribed on plates of gold.
The record now has gone throughout
The world in purity,
Translated by God’s gift, and pow’r,
Through his divinity.
This sword of Laban, precious steel
And gold, endured, survived
A people blessed, and holy, who
Had faltered in their pride.
But warning words remained, engraved,
To help all come to Christ,
And teaches of the Son of God’s
This sword, this symbol of the pow’r of God
Now still defends,
The sacred record, as it has,
And will, until the end.