Your Armor

I can only say, picture yourself in a huge crowd of people whom you believe share the same belief confronted by an evil dictator whom you all thought was your shepherd.  No way could you be picked out or picked off.  Then gradually the group begins to split and scatter, before you realize it, you alone are standing in this huge arena exposed, all the others are hiding watching what will happen.  He attacks, firing at will yet misses.  He boast claiming the miss from his arrow as a scare tactic.  Those that have scattered begin to fear for there lives, their hope dimensioning. Yet again it happens.  You look to escape yet all hiding places are taken.  The plan begins to unfold. You recognize the front, you recognize your armor..... it's in your hand, it's power comes from the strength of the love in your heart.  Something happens that is unimaginable, you become a magnet for his misfires, he was happy before that his arrows missed however he sees now each painful strike....he cannot stop yet he begins to experience the overwhelming pain that grows....He's doomed, he looks at something so bright emanating from your hands, the depth at which it reaches into his very soul.... he then looks at his own....unlike Judas he peers into the wounds he sees and realizes,.... it's not to late....then it happens and when it's over....he rushes to regain his sight and you're gone