The Head Of Goliath

 The clouds Oh Lord, are the dust of your feet.

The quaking of your mountains, are where the hills all meet.

Like the wrath of fire, your fury is poured..

And the enemies of heaven, would never be adored.


Who can compare, to the Lord Most High?

The nations of the earth, are confounded as they sigh.

Into the depths, of the deep blue sea..

The sins of your children, will sink as they flee.


As darkness in the midnight, so your enemies are pursued..

To every utter end, their marvel is not food.

The head of Goliath, will fall to the ground..

For the Spirit of the Lord, will always be around.


In days of old, our fathers walked a path..

Through trials and triumphs, mercy was their chart.

The Master's mission, traveled on its course..

To enter into purpose, to


show who is boss.


According to your word, so let it be..

The witnesses of Jesus, must open eyes to see.

You forsake them not, as they fight the good fight..

With compassion in their hearts, and a sword in their hands..

To conquer the conquest, they will sing in the land.

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