The Sword On My Back

Feeling lost and a little bit astray
I looked to you for guidance
Where should I go, what should I do
I had asked you these questions more than once
As I heard the music play and voices lift on high
I had a peculiar feeling
A plate of armor was adorned on my chest
A sword hung on my back that was gleaming
Greaves made from the chains that held me
Now adorned my arms
Protection or a whip to fight my enemies
My newfound armor had its very own charm
You reminded me that I was a warrior
One certainly to be feared
A member of royalty I would go on my path
Looking to you I would be faithfully steered
The armor I was given was special
But the sword was what caught my eye
A weapon that was made especially for me
In whose use I should never be shy
The blade gleamed like nothing under heaven
Its sheen and shine almost glowed
The handle in gold had the same magic light
It was truly unlike anything I had seen or known
The sabre was light in my hand
As if an extension of my hand
Looking to the hilt I found a large ruby
A blade meant for a prince who would inherit this land
Kneeling I made myself known
I was grateful for all I was given
Reminded that these were mine all along
When I had accepted the King who rules Heaven