Dented Armor

My armor’s dented, But that’s ok. It’s the armor of God, It will never give way. This armor it will Never rust Tho it be covered With blood and dust. Tho it’s heavy as all, It’s comfortable, too It protects me all The way through and through. It’s been good armor, I treat it with care. The shin guards are scared From being on my knees in prayer. My shield has protected me Through the thick and thin With this armor in battle I can’t help but win. I wear my helmet To protect my mind Because the battle I fight Is a different kind. Tho my armor may be a bit dented I couldn’t live a day without it. God gave me this armor when I repented And I will never ever doubt it.