ARMOUR BRIDE

To war he went
On my knee I bent
Praying he would win
That He would intervene
His presence in my heart, though absent
Is as concrete as the house I rent

Heavy footsteps of his promises - certain
I hold as dear commandment
Beckoning through the night, sweet angels
To me give peace in trials
Sealed, he has my soul
Now and forevermore

Wishing night and day, I did
Ask wholeheartedly that I be
At his side, his bride - to love
His every word
Yet when me he chose
With hands wide to share his throne
I felt unworthy and small

To him, mighty warrior
Elected by my Saviour
All run and ask
That he gives them a break
To be his companions - to ruin
They desire him to mourn

He went to the battlefield
When I was in need
Should he have been here
I wouldn't have any fear
I kept hoping that he will know
But when he asked, I felt small.