Prelude to Victory (The Weapon)

truthful belt
righteous breastplate
peaceful feet
faithful shield
saving helmet
all weapons given for battle
while grateful, leave me on defensive

always reacting 
side-stepping attack
blocking arrows 
making second move
maneuvering according to an enemy's plans

on the run
anxious life
looking over my shoulder
crouched down and low
afraid to let guard down

like a scavenger
in search of scrap of bread
i long for victory
arms that give me edge
to produce offensive strategy 

prayer breathed out
from weary lips
a surrender
before Stillness
who waits to be known

and weapon forms
connected marrow of Truth 
from multiple pens
double-edged
God-breathed
unmatched
Spirited sword