I have a proclivity to draw near to God,
A passion and urging, a yearning of sorts,
He is a pillar where ever I plod.
wear the regalia of his kingdom,
Not mere finery of gold, pearls or silk,
But the virtues of my King, ever winsome.
Clothed in Christ full discipleship.
Try and gnash my flesh,
But receive a bulwark from my shield of faith;
Breastplate of righteousness,
(be sure this is not a wraith)!
Stationed with my sword of the Spirit and helmet of…