Child's Play

I am like a little child Preparing for a duel I cushion, pad and quilt myself (Child’s play can be so cruel) I strap those puffy pillows on With Daddy’s biggest belt And soon the nudges of a blade Are barely even felt No sword can penetrate my heart So warm and snug within Its muffled beats are heavy With my un-repented sin I hold my breath and shut my eyes I swing my sword of wood I slice the air to ribbons But it doesn’t do much good The Lord will cut right through the fluff And pierce my thin façade His blade is double-edged and quick The living Word of God