One may think to follow the code
Of bygone days and men of old.
Of Paladins brave,
And cowboys free,
And right the wrongs of evil decree.
But to this quest, with care be bound
Fame and fortune are rarely found.
But trial and spite,
Both you will face,
And all alone, save God's precious grace.
Set self aside, this is a must
Evil will out the best of us.
So wear His armor,
And hold His lance,
For against these, evil stands no chance
Within your heart He'll show the way
That you may use to win the day.
For all that is right,
From Him doth stem,
'Tis even so for the best of men.
Thy blade is truth that does not bend
And kindness wins all, in the end.
And the code is love,
Written in blood,
By sacrifice, on a cross of wood.
(c) rlp
