It is good armor, yes,
But it wasn't made for me; I fight differently. Move freely, sing all the time, Sleep under those numerous stars That sing back at me and remind me Where my help comes from: My help comes from the Lord, Maker of heaven and earth. I'm the youngest, yes, But not all wisdom comes from age. I look back at other younger sons, Jacob, Joseph, Judah, Moses, Moses was a shepherd, too, Who led the Israelites out of Egypt With a staff in his hand And the Name of the Lord on his lips, The same God who goes before me. So, no, I'm not afraid of this Philistine. I've slain bears and lions more cunning, Who is he against the Lord Almighty? My brothers, why are you so afraid? My brothers, do you have so little faith In the right arm of our God? I will go out with my sling and a shout And the Lord will give us the victory. Oh Israel, get ready: the Lord our God is one. Comments are closed.
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