This Heavy Armor

This armor,
it's gets harder
to wear.
It would have been easy,
to give in to the flesh,
to the world, to evil.
I just want to shed off,
the breastplate of righteousness,
to make my own.
And loose the belt of truth,
to come up with my own truth,
to take off shoes of peace,
and make war.
This armor,
it's getting harder
to bare.
It would have been easy to just give up.
My shield,
it's getting to heavy to carry,
faith is just too much.
Its not real.
I must be blind.
The helmet,
obscures my vision,
this salvation.
And all I ever want to do
is to run my own nation.
This sword, this cross,
is too much much to carry,
it is too much to bare,
the word of God.

So I fell on my knees
and prayed
that God would make me
a better soldier for another day.