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The sun and moon stand still,

Arrows drive them away;

Speaking God through His will,

Because we disobey.


The light of our source,

The flash of a bright light;

While we stay the course,

Not doing what is right.


But we have crouched in fear,

Bright light past our lair;

From the glittering spear,

Caused me to say a prayer.


God furiously stomps,

On the earth in anger;

Because the devil romps,

Doing what is vulgar.


God wants to deliver,

Bringing you His servant;

To be a forgiver,

From sin that is fervent.


He will strike the leader,

Of the wicked nation;

Who is an impeder,

Of our salvation.


We pierced the hands and feet,

The storm starts to scatter;

Shouts of joy to plunder,

As the people gather.


God tramples on the sea,

Raging waters surging;

Drowns troops from His decree,

For enemy purging.


I heard my stomach churn,

Making my lips quiver;

Giving me some concern,

Made me limp and shiver.


My bones were decaying,

Shook as I tried to walk;

I knelt to start praying,

But stuttered tried to talk.


But the Lord is my source,

Giving strength to rejoice;

Wisdom to stay the course,

And giving me a voice.

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