When a Knight Won His Spurs
When a Knight Won His Spurs
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When I was little, growing up in Jamaica we went to Methodist/Presbytarian Church school called St Andrew's Prep. Every day we sang a hymn at morning assembly, and altho I'm not religious in any form, I remember those mornings singing with a great deal of fondness. Imagine my surprise when my mum and dad both sent me the lyrics to a hymn that apparently made a big impact on me as a child. It seems I used to go around singing this all the time?? I didn't remember it at all, but found it after a brief search. With the tune prompting the neurons, the memories came flooding back. I think it really captured my imagination and made me feel empowered and sort of noble- like I was supposed to fight always to be honorable and truthful... Which I guess is self evident as an adult but profoundly transformative as a child deciding how to conduct oneself. Everyone wants to be the superhero, old fashioned or modern.
When a knight won his spurs, in the stories of old,
He was gentle and brave, he was gallant and bold;
With a shield on his arm and a lance in his hand,
For God and for valour he rode through the land.
No charger have I, and no sword by my side,
Yet still to adventure and battle I ride,
Though back into storyland giants have fled,
And the knights are no more and the dragons are dead.
Let faith be my shield and let joy be my steed
'gainst the dragons of anger, the ogres of greed;
And let me set free with the sword of my youth,
From the castle of darkness, the pow'r of the truth