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How a day begins.

Submitted: March 12, 2018

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Submitted: March 12, 2018





Boots that have traveled many miles,

I put them on again,

For they have carried peace,

When hearts have been at war.


This belt that holds up my combat pants,

Reminds me of the Truth,

A Truth that is hidden within.

Like a compass that leads me homewards.


An armour plate covers my chest,

Protecting my heart and soul.

Beneath it are garments

And scars along with what is whole.


On my head I place a helmet,

A heavy reminder of what I have faced.

In it rests the picture of my saving grace;

My Salvation on nights of hate.


A sword at my side,

With Words engraved.

My left hand clenches a shield,

This shield that often mirrors my Faith.


I am covered from head to toe,

Yet I move freely about.

For often friends are foes,

In the night of doubt.


Every morning I put it on again,

Though none may see it.

Still I put it on again.

I walk the path.

Though not alone.


For my King goes before me

And after Him will I follow.

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