Sword Of Mine

The Sword that I carry Though made not of iron or steel, It is a mighty sword That I proudly do so wield. Though it wont break the skin Or combat the weapons of a foe But this is a mighty sword of mine More precious than silver or gold. This sword that I carry I proudly display it in my hand, For I know this sword of mine Is greater, than any other mans. It comforts me when I am tired It will warm me when I am cold It will lie down beside of me To protect, and strengthen my soul. The sword that I hold Is tattered, and so very worn It has been a friend along side of me, In the sunshine and many storms. It has shown me a path to follow And has lit the road that I walk, And those nights when I was alone and scared Then to me, I could hear it talk. The sword that I wield Though may be different, in shape or size, But it is the same sword Which for years has cushioned the souls cry. It has been here since the dawn of time And will be here when the great walls fall, And then when all men of war and hate reflect, My sword, will be the mightiest sword of all. Randy L. McClave