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Stand Your Ground

I think I know how David felt
Holding an ordinary stone
A poet’s soul
A warrior’s stance
As an army mocked his boast
They stood and laughed
But didn’t know
He’d faced lions, not alone
But with the strength, with the help
Of one mightier than those

Face your giant, not with armor
That the world finds adequate
But with power that only comes
From an all-surrendered spirit
When you look up, stare him down,
Say a prayer and square your shoulders
You’ll find an ordinary prayer
Hits like a giant boulder

With your back to the crowd
Set your jaw, don’t back down
Stand your ground

-M.A. Fairchild (c) 2014