GOD'S ARMOR

GOD'S ARMOR

Lift up your hearts. This day rejoice!

Gird up your loins. Hear heaven's voice.

It speaks to us, to our hearts, our core,

"Protect thyself with God's armor."

The evils all around us whirl,

Whate'er the devil's demons hurl

God's armor whole, it will help withstand

Protected sure by God's own hand.

With confidence do all thou must

To stand against the lunge and thrust

Of evil's sword, stratagems and plot.

To gain your ground, and win what's fought.

This armor whole the Lord proposed

Of many parts it is composed

To guard your frame, and most vital parts:

Thy head and loins, thy feet and heart.

Your head, a vault of precious thought

That minions want to warp and wrought.

Strap on the helm of salvation sure

To keep your mind and precepts pure

Your loins, a sign we can partake

In God's own pow'r to create and make.

Ensure the loins, they are girt with truth

To bloom in age, preserved in youth.

Your feet when planted point your way.

Desiring demons prod and sway.

Resist you must with your feet now shod

With preparations, truths of God.

Your heart, the source of life's intents

The devil wants in twain to rent

The breastplate strong, forged of righteousness

Will stave his shearing strains that stress.

Against the vile you need a shield

To block their fiery darts' unyield.

So choose to bear the true shield of faith.

From their barrage you'll be unscathed.

When you are called to strike the foe

You'll need a blade to bring them low

Take up the sword of the Spirit's light

Poured down from God 'pon those that fight.

Let armor whole about you gird

And ever heed His holy word.

Committed angels to you are bound

When where He is you too are found.

HONKY TONKY MICROPHONE

 

HONKY TONKY MICROPHONE 

Upon a lonely concert stage, 

Such solely stood a microphone.

Its singing soul was hushed and still

Its voice now quiet, so dispone.

Yet once, this mic had buzzed and chimed.

Before, twas rich in pitch and tone.

It sang the songs and lullabies

In keys of bass and baritone.

Electric blues it belted well

And from its soul sang tunes well-known.

Transducers in its housing rang

A thund'rous sound of megaphone

A jailhouse rocking, hound dogs, too,

And fools rush in while wise men moan,

Blue Christmases and lonesome nights

On which was sung this microphone.

Yet, from its mouth it praised God too

Through singing hymns of peace renown.

And softly beckoned to we lambs

To join God's flock, kneel at His throne.

Its twangy hum was soft and sweet

To calm the hearts with overtone.

And asked so tender with its call:

Remember He who did atone.

For this old mic was just a means

Through which the Master's light was shone.

This metal vessel silent now

Perfection mastered on love's hone

Not all the crooners treated well

This mic and stand, such we bemoan.

But still this mic to each a chance,

Forgave each drop, and squeal condone.

Each singer through this mic had sung

And with each concert it had grown.

Despite the treatment it withstood

Through cracks and dents became its own.

And now the mic and stand stood still

Upon that stage, so aged, alone

A wire here and there were frayed

Its amplifier gave no tone.

Solemn the sight of which was seen

Of low was brought this microphone

To stand upon this stage so drear

And could not give a buzz or groan.

Could this old sav'ry can once more

To life give harmony through song?

Would ever with sweet melody

Should raise a crowd to sing along?

Fear not, oh child, for such is called

For here in life are we on loan,

A borrowed piece from heaven's halls

When due is called we're herald'd home.

And there amid the gilded shop

Of golden wires and rhinestone

To life renewed He'll work upon

This honky tonky microphone.

So shall it sing the songs once more

To croon and warble, hum and moan.

And never more shall this mic drop,

But ever charged with joys unknown.