Psalm Singing Giant Slayer

 How many times have you said that you are not good enough?

How many times have you cried a million tears because you were told you were ugly?

How many times have you felt invisible even when you were surrounded by a crowd?

How many times have you felt weak even though you were strong?

I have been there.

I have done that.

I know just how you feel.

But yet you rise.

Yet you get up. 

Yet you press on.

Yet you hold on.

Yet you stand.

In the midst of the battles you face, you are victorious.

When flaming fires surround you, you are not burnt.

Though war should rise up against you.

You will always be confident.

You will always put a thousand to flight because of who you are.

Though others presume to think that you are defenseless.

You have heaven's armies at your command.

Your weapons of warfare are mighty and powerful.

Though giants rise up against you.

You are a pebble slinging, psalm singing, giant slayer.

Your eyes remain on the prize.

You ears are anointed.

Your feet are swift in climbing mountains.

Your captive chains of prison bars can no longer keep you bound.

You are free.

You walk with purpose and pride.

You hear the Master's voice.

You are not forgotten.

You are not forsaken.

God knows your name.