I was a tool of brute force, a bludgeon of resentment, selfishness, dishonesty and fear

I smashed what I could not accept

I drove my self-worth into the ground

I used self-will to crush those who crossed my path

I was crude, clumsy, inefficient and damaging
Craft me into an effective instrument of finesse 

Smelt me down to nothingness

Mold me free of hypocrisy and false pride

Temper me with compassion and humility

File me right sized and balanced

Hone my practice of spiritual principles

Make me sharp in preparation for tomorrow

Swing me with grace for the Greater Good
I hang by Your side as an extention of Your will

No longer a club 

I am Your sword


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