The snakes and arrows a child is heir to,
Are enough to leave a thousand cuts
We build our defenses, a refuge of safety
And leave the darker places unexplored!
Sometimes our fortress is too strong
Or our love is too weak
What should have been our armor
Becomes a sharp and angry sword
Our better natures seek elevation
A refuge for the coming night
No one gets to Heaven without a fight
Sometimes that spirit is too strong
Or the flesh is too weak
Our needs are Never too great,
If God’s solace we seek!
Our suit of shining armor
Becomes a keen and bloody sword
A refuge for the coming night
A future of eternal life
No one gets to Heaven without a fight
Confused alarms of struggle and flight
Blood is drained of color
By the flashes of artillery light
No one gets to Heaven without a fight
The battle flags are flown
At the feet of our God, but
No one gets to Heaven without a fight
Sometimes the damage is too great
Or the will is too weak
What should have been our armor
Becomes a sharp and burning sword
Our better natures seek elevation
A refuge for the coming night
No one gets to Heaven without a fight!
A refuge for the coming night
A future of eternal life
No one gets to Heaven without a fight!
Armor and Sword
Neil E Peart, Rush
Snakes & Arrows 2008
“Put on the Armor and Sword of God”
blog post.
