Morning Armor from Sanctify by Shieldsong
A raw morning light breaks through the haze of Meridian in this piece. It’s not the thunder of the frontlines, but the quiet that follows, a deliberate starkness that lays bare the soul. The acoustic guitar breathes, its unique articulations forming the backbone, joined by soft, rising strings and a choir's gentle hum—a sound intentionally removed from the usual chaos. This shift aims to convey the stubborn, almost silent strength needed to face another day when every bone aches. It’s the band's offering for those bruised moments, a testament to the daily recommitment, the private gathering of spirit before the next clash. This track holds the weight of exhaustion, but also the grace of survival, a reminder that even in stillness, the fight for faith continues, quietly, relentlessly.
Tracklist
| 8. | Morning Armor | 3:36 |
Lyrics
Sunrise breaks through fractured glass
Weary bones and battle scars
Another day we rise to face
With bruised hands and faithful hearts
Armor worn but spirits clean
Ready for what morning brings
Morning armor, worn with grace (with grace)
Every dawn a second chance
Morning armor guards this place (this place)
Where broken souls learn to dance
Morning armor
Coffee steams in cracked ceramic
Stories shared of yesterday's war
Covenant and Malik hands
Blessing bread we fought to store
Yesterday's enemies now pray
Together as we start this day
Morning armor, worn with grace (with grace)
Every dawn a second chance
Morning armor guards this place (this place)
Where broken souls learn to dance
Morning armor
Grant us strength for what's ahead
Heal the wounds that still run deep
In this pause before we're led
Back to streets where angels weep
Let this peace sustain our way
Through the battles of today
Morning armor, worn with grace (with grace)
Every dawn a second chance
Morning armor guards this place (this place)
Where broken souls learn to dance
Morning armor, morning armor
Ready for another day
Armor on, we'll find our way
Credits
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