He may look strong and brave because he has survived numerous battles. But experience did not make his heart hard as stone. He still feels weary, and his faith crumbles sometimes. He hides his weak nature beneath his armor, his gloomy face behind his mask. He knows, deep inside, he is weak too, though not everyone seems to notice.
He acknowledges his penetrable nature. Blades can cut through him, arrows can pierce his body. He knows that he is vulnerable. Blood is flowing through his veins; a heart is pumping from within. Every time that his strength fails, he retreats and kneels down. He weeps at the foot of the Almighty. The Great One embraces and restores him; God lends him the strength that he needs to rise again.
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