He would not take the borrowed sword
Or put on armor not yet won;
Instead, he trusted well-tried truths
To prove that he was God's own son.
These woven fast into one whole
Sufficed to make his coat of mail—
A garment of omnipotence.
Clad with this, he could not fail.
O let me know myself to be
Clothed in robes of honesty.
I will not take the borrowed plume
To wear and wave it as my own
Or drop my faith in fear's abyss;
Unarmed, I stand with God alone,
My sling and stone Truth's power unleashed,
My speed the here of instant good.
The giant who comes facing me
Dissolves before Love understood.
O let my shepherding ever be
Unselfing self and finding Thee.
