Not an object, not a thing

A sword that mighty fights everything

That is evil in our human hearts

Rooting it out until it smarts.

Hold it tightly to your chest

Protect your heart in your breast

Gird it in your waist so tight

It will hold your life right

Shod your feet with its precious message

Telling other of the free passage

Into eternal life so glorious

Join the Everlasting immortal chorus

Grasp the sword with both hands now

Out of the scabbard to fight how

The Spirit within shows you to

Lunge and stab the enemy though.

Practice always make it real

The powers of death cannot assail

You couldn’t be safer anywhere

The sword in your hand and the Spirit there.