KNIGHT IN WHITE ARMOR
Psalm 18: 6-19
I saw it–it was but a dark figure off shore;
The waves were calming, more rhythm than roar.
With rocking motion my weary heart lulled;
As I saw white light from the dark figure unfold—
Like a Knight in white armor.
The moon was full—but my life was night;
Dressed in white linen, pure white linen,
Like a Knight in white armor.
My heart went now into rhythm with the horse,
The waves went silent.
The Knight was larger I could see His face,
His eyes set on me.
I moved to the shore as His distance grew shorter,
Only meaning to see-
The horse galloped faster, he looked fierce and wild;
I saw His Hands on the mane as He rode.
And the Knight came to me,
Arms, Everlasting enveloped me,
And without wings the horse took flight.
On to a broad place, secured and delivered,
He cuddled me close and turned His horse round;
Taking me far from what laid me down,
I finally breathed.
The Son of God wishes to be,
Called out in the night by you and by me;
Like a Knight in white armor.