He will swoop!
Down as he gallops along
To pick up the damsel in distress
Whip her up on his horse of course
Away into the distance
Of the phosphorescent lights
What ever the future could bring
The Helmet
Breast plate
Shines and is very hard
Nothing can get through it
With the shield his protector.
The sword is the defender
Of the faith
But his thoughts
And heart inside his helmet
His shoes are the feet of peace!
Of God where ever he walks
spiritual healing once
on a book-let lost so
adjusted it.spiritual.
comments please any ideas.
