When I was born, I was given a sword Told to put it to use, just a child turned loose Not knowing better, I took everything on Picked a fight with the evening, shook my fist at the dawn But then I was shown from where the sword came Given a purpose and my enemy's name The sword is the Word And victory is my purpose The enemy is evil But my strength is in God /x2 Time was my teacher as I practiced my trade Learning that swordsmen aren't created but made I studied the craft of the swordsmen of old Learning to fight, learning how to be bold Then I was shown from where the sword came Given a purpose and my enemy's name The sword is the Word And victory is my purpose The enemy is evil But my strength is in God /x2 Now I grow old and I teach the young Of the battles ahead and the prize to be won And yet every day I must unsheathe my sword And drink from the cup that the Master has poured But then I was shown from where the sword came Given a purpose and my enemy's name The sword is the Word And victory is my purpose The enemy is evil But my strength is in God /x2