The Knights Of Old
something i penned awhile back.
Flip through the pages of a fairytale
perhaps you'll find joy, enchanting
like the midnight serenade of a nightingale
an adventure awaits, like a ship setting sail
through the pages, many stories are told
but gone are the times, of the knights of old
a dying breed, fading away
perhaps gone altogether
at the end of medieval day
not many now stop to see, or smell the flowers
or paitiently wait below a maiden's tower
to whisper and exchange sweet little nothings
or serenade of her beauty, with the sound of strings
true knights did not corrupt the court
but always lent a shoulder for support
true knights were known not by mere title
perhaps set apart by greater source of strength,
through the Word of God, the Holy Bible
fearless in battle, yet gentle in touch
with chilvary and integrity, yet in humility, much
living life to it's fullest
but above all laying it down
for King and master, for the safety of the crown
as the book closes and the pages thin
and further you are, from reality's twin
you might ask where the knights have gone
perhaps they rode into the night
or perchance flew away on creatures of flight
perhaps some fell in glorious battle.
but whatever the reason may be
gone were the days of the knights of old
for now their armor is worth its weight in fool's gold
as they stand in museums, lifeless and cold
Oh God, teach us how, to truly be men
to stand up for the truth, to defend
to be strong when needed, but only by Your strength,
to broken before You, and know how to cry
and allow You to wipe the tears dry
Teach us how to love, and accept it as well
to be fully satisfied, only by You
for when time is ripe, and a princess You send
Your Love will reign, as broken You've mend
daily we pray, to meet You, trancsend
Flip through the pages of a fairytale
perhaps you'll find joy, enchanting
like the midnight serenade of a nightingale
an adventure awaits, like a ship setting sail
through the pages, many stories are told
but gone are the times, of the knights of old
a dying breed, fading away
perhaps gone altogether
at the end of medieval day
not many now stop to see, or smell the flowers
or paitiently wait below a maiden's tower
to whisper and exchange sweet little nothings
or serenade of her beauty, with the sound of strings
true knights did not corrupt the court
but always lent a shoulder for support
true knights were known not by mere title
perhaps set apart by greater source of strength,
through the Word of God, the Holy Bible
fearless in battle, yet gentle in touch
with chilvary and integrity, yet in humility, much
living life to it's fullest
but above all laying it down
for King and master, for the safety of the crown
as the book closes and the pages thin
and further you are, from reality's twin
you might ask where the knights have gone
perhaps they rode into the night
or perchance flew away on creatures of flight
perhaps some fell in glorious battle.
but whatever the reason may be
gone were the days of the knights of old
for now their armor is worth its weight in fool's gold
as they stand in museums, lifeless and cold
Oh God, teach us how, to truly be men
to stand up for the truth, to defend
to be strong when needed, but only by Your strength,
to broken before You, and know how to cry
and allow You to wipe the tears dry
Teach us how to love, and accept it as well
to be fully satisfied, only by You
for when time is ripe, and a princess You send
Your Love will reign, as broken You've mend
daily we pray, to meet You, trancsend
posted by Dan @ 5:51 PM
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