Broken Swords
Artist: Braden York
www.GodlyChristianMusic.com
O Jesus Christ, You did create
through crimson stripes a promise great.
We whip Your back and slap Your face
when foolish words are dealt by saints.

With single call He raised the dead,
conviction rose and demons fled,
but lightened speech we've craved instead
of sharpened swords: the words He said.

--CHORUS--
My little flock!
How can you hope to fight,
the legions of hell at your door?
"A laughing stock!"
That's what the demons say
when you fight them with broken swords!

Woe, seasoned salt! Your flavor's gone!
The church at fault for this great wrong.
Her sermons stall with jokes and songs
Her little sheep have starved for long.

O itching ears, turn back around
to words of truth, with sober sound.
God's heart is grieved and wrath abounds
when idle words escape our mouths.

--CHORUS--
My little flock!
How can you hope to fight,
the legions of hell at your door?
"A laughing stock!"
That's what the demons say
when you fight them with broken swords!

--BRIDGE--
If in our thoughts we take great care
from foolish talk always beware
the Holy Ghost will fill the air
and we'll escape from Satan's snare.

--CHORUS--
My little flock!
How can you hope to fight,
the legions of hell at your door?
"A laughing stock!"
That's what the demons say
when you fight them with broken swords!