God’s Spoken Shield – Poetic Reflection On Isaiah 54:17

No weapon wrought in shadow’s womb,
Shall rise to break my sacred bloom.
Though evil forge with tempered might,
The LORD shall be my flame, my fight.

Each tongue that rises, sharp with spite,
Shall falter in the holy light.
For every word in pride outpoured
Is judged beneath the voice of LORD.

This is the heritage I claim,
A child of God, adorned by Name.
My righteousness not born of me,
But given pure and endlessly.

I walk where giants dare not tread,
For angels guard my path ahead.
Though tempest rage and thunder swell,
The peace of God shall all dispel.

Their arrows fly, their curses fall,
Yet none shall breach salvation’s wall.
In heaven’s court, my cause is pled,
By Christ whose blood for me was shed.

He lifts me high, above the fray,
My soul in mercy’s arms shall stay.
And every lie that seeks to bind
Is shattered by the Truth divine.

Let kingdoms shake and nations roar,
My faith shall open heaven’s door.
For I am chosen, not by fame,
But sealed and set apart by Name.

So, when the trial’s fire comes near,
I’ll rise, immune to wrath or fear.
No weapon formed, no tongue’s decree
Can steal what God hath given me.

Thank You for the blood-stained tree,
For Christ who gave His life for me.
I stand redeemed, no fear remains
Your promise lives in holy veins.

This heritage I now embrace,
A child of God, upheld by grace.
No weapon prospers; no voice prevails
Your Word endures; it never fails.

Thus speaks the LORD,
His word is sure.
In Him I stand,
forever secure.