A soldier of the cross
Knows the fiery darts
That try to cut through truth
To wound the softened heart,
The breastplate does its job
Protecting bloodied faith
Paid for by the One
Who loves to keep it safe.

A soldier of the cross
Holds up steely shields
Protecting the whole body
The Holy Spirit seals,
From enemy attack
And what the scoundrel shoots:
Accusing, constant lies
Without an ounce of truth.

A soldier of the cross
Hardness often endures
Draws from Who's within
To rest and feel secure,
For the Captain of the Army
Is powerful and wise
To use the enemy's war
For a soldier's good and right.

A soldier of the cross
Exhibits ****** marks
Resembling the same
As the murdered Christ,
The wounds become a badge
Never hidden in a drawer
He might lose a few battles
But will never lose the war.