As iron sharpens iron’s edge, So grows the soul on wisdom’s ledge. One heart to another, sparks may fly, But truth is born when hearts don’t lie.
Through words that challenge, love that stands, Through steady work of guiding hands, We shape each other, side by side, Refined by fire, not by pride.
Not every stroke is smooth or kind, But strength is forged in heart and mind. In friendship deep, in trials shared, We grow more whole, more true, prepared.
So thank the ones who dare to stay, Who speak the truth, then kneel and pray. For in their love, we rise, we learn— Like iron’s edge, it’s our turn to burn…
To burn away what keeps us small, And help each other stand up tall. For God designed us to be one— Sharpened strong ‘til work is done.
Pro 27:17 As iron sharpens iron, so one person sharpens another.
