Today's Armor
The battle had been a hard one that day
She had been bruised and beaten in the fray
Sitting alone, she thought of what had past
The same morn’ a shadow the sun had cast
It was a day meant for death and battle
She had felt such fear up in the saddle
High on her mount she sat tall and straight
And accepted her precarious fate
With a frightening roar that shook the ground
They started straight and with their feet did pound
The angry beating drum had set their pace
Enemy in sight, hearts began to race
She’d known they were out numbered ten to one
They’d lost countless lives before it was done
She hated war, that bloody ugly thing
But to the end she would follow her King
Wise in victory, but loathing war
Everyone knew he was good to his core
Smiling with the thought of him in her head
She cleaned up her armor then went to bed
The next morning early they all arose
A glimpse at the horizon and they froze
Smoke rose high as the enemy drew near
“The battle is not over,” she thought with fear
“Together we will win, fresh courage take
for God and family and freedoms sake!”
Her hear once frozen still with strength now beat
In a grassy field their forces did meet
The enemy fought with a defeated wrath
They did not take kind to yesterdays blood bath
This war had been raging for far to long
But it would not stop, no matter the wrong
Each year new generations were born
And still they fought, in armor they’d adorn
Both sides grew more fierce, each and every fight
The enemy in blood they did delight
She wished with all her strength, there in the field
That all the blinded hearts would be healed
When sun had set all retreated to rest
She spoke comforting words then wounds did dress
And then she came across the resting King
Quiet and peaceful he’d started to sing
She did not understand how he felt peace
He beckoned her close, then softly did cease
“You seem to have a question,” the king spoke
After a while the silence she broke
“How is it you are completely at rest?
I can’t stop the fear, though I try my best.”
The King glanced at the stars and gently sighed
Then with a deep found wisdom he replied
“The enemy comes with what they had at first,
Their only thought, to quench their bloody thirst.
Notice my armor, stronger than before.
Slowly, but surly, we will win this war.
Today’s armor, you now must understand
Is never quite as strong as you had planned
You can strengthen it each day, part by part
And be able to withstand every dart.”
She sat a small while, pondering this
Inside she felt a warm and peaceful bliss
She walked to the smith to improve it more
Her armor would withstand the next day’s war!