My Shield, My Sentinel
Savior Of My Soul
Guards My Path Well
… and My Footholds …
My Shield, My Sentinel
Lifting Up My Light
Even If I Fell
He Keeps Me In Sight
No Chicanery, No Treachery
Can Succeed In Stopping Me
Nor Can Lasting-Harm Me
Nor Forever Hunt Me
My Mortal-Soul’s Safety
Held In His Hands, Safely
Protector Of My Eternity
My Sentinel, My Shield Is Mighty
My Shield, My Sentinel
Sentry Against Spells
Warrior Against Hell
My Guardian Angel
Pushing Far Apart
The Shadowed Veils
Floating Towards My Heart
Like Shipwreck Sails …
… and as Wind and Water Wail
And Rings A Warning Bell
And Thunder Truth-To-Tell
I Saw The Shield … Of My Sentinel
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wow well that poem made it sound like we are always preteced or at least you good job! sorry i cant spell good sorry!