Satan is hiding all around,
it bashed my head into the ground.
Lay there motionless for a second,
it doesn't know with whom it reckond.
My helmet saved me, another chance.
I stand back up, strike a battle stance.
Adjust my belt, breastplate, and shield.
Take up my sword ready to wield.
Wearing Lord's sandals, HIS word on my tongue.
Satan is shaking, ready to run.
The devil won't win this fight with me,
for I am a member of the Lord's army. |
Submission Name: Lord's Armour
