Album: From Small Seeds Come Giant Trees
Oh Lord, my enemies
sprouting up like weeds
Roaring their mockery
casting stones on me
(Selah)
Your thunder breaks the dawn
Your fist hard in their teeth
I'm stretched but standing tall
fearless though I'm weak
You shield me
ground beneath my feet
My only
lifter of my head
Arise!
Save me, oh God!
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