I marveled at the faith he had, much trust placed in the Lord. Each victory won I’d watch in awe, it had to be his sword.
Perhaps he’d let me borrow it, to fight my battles too. Could learn to wield it to and fro, and be victorious too.
He said it’s not the sword you see, it’s something greater still. It can’t be borrowed, lent or won, but given through free will.
At last I step out on my own, God’s Word will be my guide. To live a life victorious, with Jesus by my side.
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