O armor,
how safe I feel when in your strength I'm clothed,
when no intruder dares impose upon my knight-thoughts:
right thoughts straight from God.
Never could this suit of Truth's declaring that I'm wearing
ever break or bend or fall.
Its unending nature is not matter-forged at all,
but Spirit-made.
The discipline of daily prayer keeps it ever bright.
Its nonmetallic substance?
Endless light!
