No weapon formed against me

No arrow, forged ina malice, shall pierce my soul's armor bright No sword, sharpened with hatred, shall cleave my heart's fortress tight For I have wrestled, on the mount of prayer, and emerged victorious, with the dawn's early light So many battles, I have won, on bended knees, where my heart, and soul, take flight I have traversed, the rugged terrain, of life's unpredictable plight Navigated, the turbulent waters, of adversity's dark, and endless night I have scaled, the towering mountains, of circumstances, that sought to impede my way And descended, into the valleys, of shadows, where fears, and doubts, held sway Yet, I remain, unscathed, and untouched, like a sheltered flame, that burns, with fervent might For Yah, my Rock, my Refuge, and my Shield, protects me, from the evil spirits' snare, and wicked might He encircles me, with his presence, like a fortress wall, that guards, and defends, my every step, and every fall No weapon, forged against me, shall prosper, or prevail For I am hidden, in the shadow, of Yah's wings, where love, and mercy, forever set sail I am anchored, in the rock, of his salvation, where peace, and joy, forever reside And I am shielded, by the armor, of his righteousness.