With strength and Might
Sitting upright and tall
Boldly following Honour's quickening call
And with "trusty shield" upon the armor held in sight
Be of shining truth; of justice, just as bright...
He dismounts; Spiritually ‘quipped, and fully armed;
Bearing Godly fruits, His chosen free charms
Donning; Peace, Truth and Love, sent from his "Knight"
So now; here he stands, a good Christian man
Walking upright upon the chessboard of his God
He strides out for a look, to see of his way
Is there any fair maiden, in open display?
Look out there! A true hearted woman, eager to play
Revealing sk**ful; a hint ... Her mischievous ways
Even way over there? No! Over-here, shining her wares
With the Love of her God...With a strength to beware
She stand's lone, and watchful with fragrant few flower;
Wielding sweet Loving peace, be her tender hand's power
Awaiting; so wanting, this bold-Christian man
But at her feet, once sweet; now wilted-flat flowers;
Never they mattered; any such, pauper-pawn's flatter
For they; who have fallen, just by her touch
Of her wisely being ... Her crafty hold's clutch
Yet she; still standing strong ... She longs for her mate ...
So be it ... For now, she graciously curtseys
To this good Christian Man,
In anticipation; the mere touch of his hand...
So long kept in "check" ... In Honour -- Respect
Offered softly; yet firm ... As her true warmth confirms
To He ...Be it he? ... Be it truly He?
This one who has knelt, upon his one knee
Pure in all truths ... Filled with Godly intentions,
For Worthy felt be; his endearing attentions
And he takes her hand,
Ever---so---gently
This good Christian man
And forever; together,
Here do they both stand
On God's Royal chessboard
In Check-Mate ...
Be it God's
Holy Plan!