There’s all kinds of it. 

Everyone seems to want some kind of it.

There two side to all of it.

Except when it’s not an it but a who.

Factually we can possess it.

Truthfully tis better yet to be filled by Him.

Words are a weapon

The Power lies in the truth

A swift sword with two sharp edges

Should not be drawn in haste

Power true is welcomed

When bringing rightful chaste

Love is such a power

No one can ere describe

Yet we point our pens and pencil

Right within an open side

Wielding or yielding

Who or what’s your choice

Never take for granted

The power of your voice