My Prayer

Oh Lord, this sword you have given me, although sharp and beautiful, weighs too much for me to lift.  You also have given me this belt, shield, breastplate, and helmet but my strength fails me.  I don't have the strength to move in them... or even the strength to put them on.  So here i lay, feeble, week and wounded, at a pile of safety  protection, power and might with no strength to fight.  The arrows of the evil one are nearing and the battle draws near.  It is to my left and right for me and aft me, and i have no strength to win you a battle, to use these glorious gifts for you as the mighty men of old.  So lord i pray not for the word, truth faith, or righteousness   These things i already have.  I pray not for deliverance or a great victory.  These things will come in due time.  I simply pray for the strength to put on your armor to defend myself and to pick up this sword that i might join your ranks in fighting the good fight.  This is my prayer, that you would be my strength in the same manor that you have given me this armor.