He trains my hands for battle;
my arms can bend
a bow of bronze...
I pursued my enemies and overtook them; I did not turn back till they were destroyed. I crushed them so that they could not rise; they fell beneath my feet…
I beat them as fine as windblown dust; I trampled them like mud in the streets…
The Lord lives! Praise be to my Rock!
Exalted be God my Savior!
From Psalm 18
Blessings,
Kevin M. Kelley
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