With each step I take there’s a distinct sound. Metal upon metal stomping the ground.
My getup, to some, may look a fright. The reason for it, is what’s creeping after me in the night.
I wear a helmet to protect my mind….reminding me my salvation is one of a kind.
To keep my heart in always doing right, a plate is placed it around nice and tight.
I’m able to stand prepared, flexible, and erect. In my belt, truth is all you’ll detect.
Hard ground and rough terrain has taught me that in peace my feet must remain.
Deflecting darts, I carry my shield…reminding myself my faith is sealed.
Each piece of my armor are only for defense. To protect, guard and behave like a fence…
But my two-edged sword is something to be feared, for with it I can take down any harmful thing that comes near.
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Autism Candles 