As Iron Sharpens Iron

A meditation in poem on Proverbs 27:17

How hot the flame that first applied

It's heat to lifeless elements,

Drawn from the ground and made alive

With power that was heaven sent.

As ore gave way to molten flow,

And iron rivers slowly cooled,

So rods that soon began to grow

Were fashioned into useful tools

To serve a cause t'was not their own,

But something larger than they knew,

And in this they were not alone

Yet acted like the chosen few.

Their own wisdom they did applaud
And boasted in their...