I brought the holy bible to the battlefield of life
And tried to look up scripture, while wading through the fight
But as I turned the pages, looking for the perfect verse,
The enemy came bearing down with darts, and mark, and curse.
I struggled through the battle, and I barely made it out
My bible it lay torn in shreds, and scattered all about
I didn’t know the scriptures, I was lost without the page
While the enemy kept charging like a madman in a rage
I didn’t have a single word with which to take my stand
Though the weapons of my warfare were there within my hands
I hadn’t kept the Written Word down in this heart of mine
I’d never stored it up inside – I didn’t take the time
I knew the holy bible, (in tatters on the floor)
Was the key to winning warfare, spiritual and more
For in it lie the weapons – supernaturally empowered
And all we need to fight the fight by year or month or hour
I’m picking-up the pages and devouring every word
So next time trouble comes this way I’m ready with the Sword
I’ll be dressed in God’s full armor with its power, and its Might
The weapons He’s supplied to me with which to win the fight
Don’t wait until the battle starts before you store the Word
Cherish and preserve it now for when you need that Sword.
And don’t forget your Helmet, your Breastplate, and your shoes
Your Shield to stop those firy darts; the Belt held tight by Truth.
For they can take away your, leather-bound, your CD, and your phone
But they can never take the Living Word from a heart with Jesus on its throne.