Faith Is A Blooded Shield Battered And Scared Poem by Mark Heathcote

Faith is a blooded shield battered and scared
Lacerated you shiver, breathe heavy
Eyes rolling under leaden lids red flared
Questioning how do I pay this levy.

How do I gather my thoughts fears misled
How do I ride that steed carry this lance
And not lay here fatally wound or dead
How do I steel myself an extra glance?

Faith is an executioner's basket
Waiting for seven loaves of white bread, not heads
Faith is a centurion a mascot
Who'll stand in the face of arrowheads?

Full of hope, set to fulfil his duty
With a bit of integrity still his
Happy to return home without money
Oh, Faith is like a boat a sinking skiff.

You paddle bailout to stay afloat
If you got hope as your only witness
You've to raise your shield aloft
And wave that sword with faith now ambitious.