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 wounded 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, bail out to stay afloat.
If you have hope as your only witness
You've to raise your shield aloft
And wave that sword with faith now ambitious.