The Sword
by Ironhand

I have died that is true
felt the steel, cold run through

Had the shield stripped from my arm
through armor strong, felt the harm

Felt the cold of ground beneath my soul
made peace with God to make me whole

Watched as surgeon repaired my frame
stood with God in all his fame

Heard them say, he’s turning blue
felt the sword removed from through

I awakened from my dying plight
directed toward the guiding light

My mission forward yet unfulfilled
a warrior still, stronger, more skilled

New armor, sword, and stronger shield
a sojourn starts in flaxen field

No longer fearing the angel death
I am ordered forward on the mornings breath