Poetry@fertiileground

Livving water flows
Living water flows

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My shield and sword.

I was just a Shepard boy
without a shield without a sword
fed up with the giant’s voice
screaming curses at my Lord
I walked down the hill alone
with a pocket full of riddle stones
what the philistine couldn’t see
what I had was more than me
that on my own I am weak
but my God fights for me

I was a servant of the king
interpreting his crazy dreams
I won’t worship mortal men
so they threw me into the lion’s den
visions of teeth were all I saw
til something came and shut their jaws
you couldn’t find a scratch on me
in fact that night I fell asleep
morning came and shocked them all
for my, God fights for me

I stumbled into the room
with alabaster and my wounds
I could feel there judging eyes
as I knelt before the Christ
I poured my oils on His feet
I didn’t care who saw me weep
I gave Him all I could that day
and He should have sent me away
instead, He lifted up my head
Because my God fights for me

He’s my shield He’s my sword
The victory is the Lords
what’s the story here today
what’s the giant in your way?
are you trap and can’t get out
are you staring in a lion’s mouth
can you stand before the Lord
or do you need to hit the floor
it doesn’t matter what you’ve done
because the battle is already won
so lift your voice and shout today
My God is here to stay

for the Poet

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