Warriors Delight
The smoke has cleared, so
now I see,
my body roughed up, mud pressed to my knee.
Something else's blood running down my arms,
My body is wounded, but I feel no harm.
To look all around is a gruesome sight,
Struggle & battle, a loud roaring fight.
Blood, parts, pieces decay,
smelling of sulpher, they saw their last day.
The sword in my hand, whet & stained,
has seen many battles, and causes much pain.
Only the Lord is able to see,
one other standing, one other than me.
Child of God, that called Him today,
caused me to be here, to protect while he prayed.
Protect I did, against doubt & fear,
lust, anger, whatever grew near.
They all fell, in a battle that raged,
But they could not win, in this war that was waged.
The Lord Jesus sends me, never in vein,
An archangel they call me, Michael's my name.
by Swordinflames