Sword
I
Battle
The Enemy.
Destroy, kill!
This war cry, shout!
Dislodge, knock out!
Strike here, dodge, hit!
Valiant, grand in nobility.
Fighting as Thy warrior,
Thy Spirit, my holy ability.
Thy Sword, my sharpness.
Bravely, Thy people stay alive.
Now we fight, to save Thy life!
The enemy is nigh upon me.
Lord, Thy power is all I need.
God, will be my eternal prize.
With Him, for whom I’ve died,
Though in the end I’ll give my life,
I somehow, have never yielded to the sordid ways of men.
This I know, for it is my time to be bold,
To fight against this world.
Herein, is my given order,
To be one who shields.
This spot has many friends,
Whom will also duly defend.
Therefore, this sword has a place in me.
Copyright © Shane Brown | Year Posted 2020
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