"I have held many things in my hands, and I have lost them all; but whatever I have placed in God's hands, that I still possess." -Martin Luther

Sunday, July 02, 2006

The Girl and the Ghostly Knight

(Her Salvation, Fortress, and Shield)

"Now we see in a mirror dimly,
Then we shall see face to face."
~I Corinthians 13:12~

"He was wounded for our transgressions;
He was crushed for our iniquities;
Upon Him was the chastisement that brought us peace.
And by His stripes we were healed."
~Isaiah 53:5~
From the castle rang the trumpets;
Watchmen hailed the Prince.
Calling-birds away did flit
From the opening fence.

No hooves well shod ranked through the gate,
No valiant crowd of men,
But a single Son, over-late,
His visage worn and thin.

From deep within the castle keep
Peered out a mighty host,
Awake in what some might call sleep,
To see what was not a ghost.

Their hearts were cheered, they gave a shout!
Peasants in the fields
Looked up to see what was about
To them, be revealed.

The wakeful sleepers saw the Prince.
The peasants looked in vain,
To see who carried through the fence
A bundle, with His pain.

For not pale by nature was He.
Lo, He bears five wounds!
Behind His feet, footprints of blood.
Again the trumpet sounds.

What wonder this? His people cheer,
Though half see not His form.
They know the bundle held so near
Was plucked from raging storm.

He brings His prize, held tenderly,
Clasped to armored chest.
Gaze at the scene familiarly
Those within, at rest.

For each of them rode in those arms
Held close with wounded hands.
For another saved sound forth alarms,
The living dead will dance!

Engauntleted arms hold close one
Who never'd seen the light.
For this child He'd battled and won,
Though wounded in the fight.

Oh little girl, awake, and see
The Knight who gave His life for thee!

Brotherly arms then held her close.
Fear within her died.
She rested on the Loving Ghost,
And to see Him, sighed.

Saw she not who held her to His chest,
Who told her not to fear.
On the arm that held, a shield did rest,
And in His hand, a spear.


"The Lord is a stronghold for the oppressed,
A stronghold in times of trouble."
~Psalm 9:9~

"He has bent and readied His bow."
~Psalm 7:12~
The Prince released her from His arms
To the old man Grentz.
"Safe you shall keep her on your farm,
From all without the fence."

She lived within the outer fence
In the castle's shade.
She laughed and played and helped dear Grentz
Plant seeds with her spade.

She grew in joy, was loved by all,
Worked hard in happiness,
But never passed the castle wall,
Thought its turrets useless.

She longed her Savior to embrace
For what He did for her.
Feared, for she could not see His face,
Through castle gate to stir.

One dawning morn, once years had passed
The little girl worked on,
Little knowing that foes amassed
Outside the bright new dawn.

They came with stealth to breach the fence
But the watchmen spied them.
At the alarm the old man Grentz
Left for the battle grim.

Alone in the farmhouse she crouched.
Clash and thunder! Battle's wonder
Drew her out to see the men march,
The Prince's banner under.

Came bolts of flame with ghastly fume
Crashing upon the field,
From whence she fled, and not too soon!
To flame the wheat did yield.

Terror like a hunter drove her
To the castle wall.
She fled beneath its turrets sure,
Up upon the wall

Gaze'd she out upon the good men
Standing 'gainst the foe.
Saw fell, fleet shafts flying towards her,
Sent to bring her low.

Turning to flee she saw His bow bent,
From highest turret His shafts He sent.

Familiar arms then held her close,
Fear within her died.
She rested on the Knightly Ghost,
And to see Him, sighed.

Her hair fell tangled o'er His chest,
He spoke, peace to her flowed.
On arm that held, a shield did rest,
And on His back, a bow.


"You, O Lord, are a shield about me,
My glory, and the lifter of my head."
~Psalm 3:3~

"Blessed are the pure in heart,
For they shall see God."
~Matthew 5:8~
For years she lived with joyous face,
Servant of the King.
She grew in stature, beauty, grace,
Skilled in every thing.

She rested in the castle's wall,
Worked gladly in the fields,
Watched each day for the Prince to call,
Bringing another healed.

For each day He strode forth armed
From the fence's door,
Returned to bring another unharmed,
Safe forevermore.

Just as these, she in Him rested,
Loved His loving grace,
Praised Him, clung to Him when tested,
Ever sought His face.

One night when all was darkest gloom,
Evil slithered in
Through the window of her room,
Its face a sickly grin.

She woke as its presence spread out
Into the darkness.
She sat up with a stifled shout.
It whispered, "Highness,

"You are beauteous, regal, fair,
Venture out with me
Into a land of open air.
Live as ruler, free."

"Fly away from Him who saved me
From your kingdom empty?
Much rather would I die, and see,
His face in its glory!"

It reached for her to take her hence,
But she fled its grasp,
Leaped it after her, loosing lance,
Poisoned as an asp.

Outside her door she glimpsed His face,
Dim yet full of glory!
Flew to her Knight, winning the race
With the lance so gory.

He embraced her with His shielded arm.
The lance struck it, shattered, caused no harm!

The Enemy fled as He held her close.
Fear within her died.
She leaned on Him who loved her most
And to see Him, sighed.

Her hair fell light upon His chest.
He spoke a soothing word.
On arm that held, a shield did rest,
And in its sheath, a sword.

"But let all who take refuge in You rejoice;
Let them ever sing for joy,
And spread Your protection over them,
That those who love You Name may exult in You."
~Psalm 5:11~

"To the King of ages, immortal, invisible,
The only God, be honor and glory forever and ever,
~I Timothy 1:17~


  1. Wow. That's all I can say.

  2. And she means a sincere wow, Joben, not just a generically overpowered wow.

  3. Thanks for taking the time to write that entire thing up here. I love it.


A soft answer turns away wrath,
but a harsh word stirs up anger.
The tongue of the wise commends knowledge,
but the mouths of fools pour out folly.