To Do His Will

As long as the Lord wants me to do His will, I have two open ears and heed His message; as long as Heaven is my shield, envious men try to steal my hidden grail... their menace is a spear that constantly fails... while faith remains to my advantage! I could save myself wear a victor's wreath, and to denounce my bluff I'll abandon others, boast of my selfishness; watch them cringe their teeth and lament their defeat... a dishonor to their crest! Am I that kind of person who needs a garrison, afraid of being invaded within fortified walls and imposing towers, wanting a full victory more impossible than glory itself which is perpetuated? As long as the Lord wants me to do His will, nothing I concede is completely untrue, all I pursue is utter prudence not embedded in untruth, discovering a trap set up with skill by someone seeking revenge through schemes of failure.