Put On the Armor

It's four a.m., the house is still, there's frost upon the paneThe world ain't found me yet today, it ain't called out my nameSo I'm down on the cold wood floor where no one else can see'Cause the battle ain't won on the field, it's won on bended knee

Belt of truth around my waistRighteousness across my chest

Put on the armor, every single pieceEvery mornin' 'fore the fightFaith for a shield and truth for a beltAnd the Word to cut the nightDon't you leave one strap unbuckledDon't you leave one plate at home'Cause the enemy don't aim for the steelHe aims for what you left alone

I open up the Book at the table by the lantern lightAnd I sharpen up the sword on every page till the edge is rightThen on Sunday at the sacrament I renew the oath I sworeTake the bread and take the water, and I'm fit for one more war

Feet shod with the gospel of peaceHelmet of salvation on

There were mornin's I got lazy, mornin's I let it slideWalked straight out into the world with nothin' but my prideAnd I came home cut and bleedin' in the places I'd left bareSo now there ain't a mornin' that I skip my knees in prayer

This ain't my armor, never was — I couldn't forge a plateHe pours His Spirit out on any man who'll kneel and waitAnd I ain't wrestlin' flesh and blood, it ain't no man I fightIt's the rulers of the darkness — that's why I need the light

My boy came down the stairs this mornin', saw me on my kneesSaid, "Dad, will you teach me how?" — so I knelt him down by meNow there's two of us puttin' on the armorTwo of us ready to standAnd the next time the enemy comes for my houseHe's gonna find more than one man

Put On the Armor

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