Brothers Blade

Young warrior returned from battle, faint and sorely tried What troubles thee, my kin, my guide? Oh, sister dear, gird my loins with truth so tight For I sense the wiles of the devil in the night Brethren need a strength that stands as firm In the shadow of the evil day's return But it's not by flesh, nor blood we fight Against the rulers of the darkness, powers of might Armor calling, whole and true Stand against the wicked, see it through Not by bone, but by the Spirit's blade Can shatter the snares that the devil laid And it's not by earthly fire, but faith's own shield Quench the darts of flame, make the darkness yield Fields of strife left him weary, soul in deep despair Enemies unseen, whispering in the air But breastplate of righteousness, helmet shining bright Feet shod with peace, ready for the fight The principalities rage, spiritual wickedness high Yet we withstand, under heaven's sky Praying always, with perseverance strong For all the saints, where we belong Armor calling, whole and true Stand against the wicked, see it through Not by bone, but by the Spirit's blade Can shatter the snares that the devil laid And it's not by earthly fire, but faith's own shield Quench the darts of flame, make the darkness yield This warrior stood fair and bold By the power of His might, stories told 'Twas not by weakness, nor fear's dark shade But the word of God, the victory made Oh Father dear, be strong and safe From the evil paths the devil traced