Love's Armor
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Eric Cockrell
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i'm taking off this
suit of armor....
worn, bent, and rusted.
i'm laying down
my spear and my shield,
taking off my sandals.
let the flag fall
to the dirt....
fling the battle horn away....
i've given every ounce
to love's battle....
baby, i'm all in!
take what's left of this old man,
or let me wither away...
i've born your name
through hell and passion;
your heart held high,
your spirit written in rain.
be still, and know
that i've been, where i've been...
by your side.... always!
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