My belt is tight, snug around my waist.
My breast plate is there, beaten, but in place.
My shoes are tore, tattered but there.
My shield burnt, by life's dragon lair.
My helmet is in tact, perfect and round.
fits nice on my head, never the ground.
My sword is long, shiny but blunt.
I've hit many things, its growth I stunt
I hand the maker, my armor full
I sit and wait, patience is my tool
he hands me new,shiny I say
perfect, but can I afford pay?
I ask his price, he turns with a smile.
Just your visit has made it worthwhile
Puzzled, I ask, how could you mean?
This is free? So perfect, and clean?
"Yes warrior, I need you in the fight.
The Son is coming, like thief of night.
round all of man, and get them dressed
bring them to me, I'll handle the rest."
So I put on my helmet, Oh so bright!
Then my breastplate, that gleams in the light.
My shoes are perfect, so I'll stand
Shield and Sword, I grip in Hand.
Ready for battle, he had a tip.
"dont turn around, and surely dont slip"
as I walked for the plain door
he handed me fruit, "see there's more"
"you have to plant these" stern in his eye.
"this will draw people, they wont deny
You'll reep what you sow, Take care now.
Go forth, spread the word, teach them how."
"It wont be easy, and its not smooth
come to me, those rugged dents, I'll soothe
I'll make you clean again, all for free
go forth to man, and speak of me."
So I went out to tell them of God
with peace on my feet oh he did shod
my sword is his word, sharp and bright
and here I am shinin my light
Oh, I do stumble, and yes I fall
please believe me! and just read this all
My armor is beat, everyday
Im human in most everyway.
[This message has been edited by Gentle Soul (edited 08-26-99).]