Sword Of Faith

Immaculate, flawless pride, the
 accuser of their brethren has
 accused again, an unerring
 throw of guilt without sin...
 To and fro, up and down.
 Infallible, sovereign glory, O
 angelic serpent who filled the
 breadth of the world with tyrants
 - Come forth! Wash me in the
 glare of thy shameless perfection.
 Violent prayers, roaring psalms,
 I have no voice but that of homage
 for Thee, Yes, my doubt is an
 open wound, yet my conviction
 the salt within.
 Sword of faith, breastplate of
 rightousness, garments of
 vengeance, locust and the helmet of Salvation.
 Naked splendour, pain divine,
 each breath is a cry to be sifted,
 sifted as wheat! Sifted as wheat!
 Wood to the pyre, sifted as wheat!
 Scorched lungs, solemn bene-
 diction, I shall make mountains
 bleed for thy holy mission.
 Sword of faith, breastplate of
 rightousness, garments of
 vengeance, locust and the helmet
 of Salvation.
 ...And he hath put a new song
 in my mouth, even praise unto
 our God: many shall see it, and
 fear, and shall trust in the LORD!