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That I may fully immerse

Mystery of strength in weakness

In the potency within his palm


Grace flowing

Away from the steamy breezes


Hot air emitting

That I may be hidden in the apple of his eye

Beholding the invisible from visible in distinction

Infinite from Finite

Boundless from restricted

Spiritual from Physical

Realities in contrast

Divine from mortal

That I may know him as true source

Author of all power…

David said to the Philistine

“You come against me with sword and spear and javelin

But I come against you in the name of the Lord Almighty

The God of the armies of Israel

 Whom you have defied

This day the Lord will deliver you into my hands

And I will strike you down and cut off your head

 This very day I will give the carcasses of the Philistine army to the birds

 And the wild animals

 And the whole world will know that there is a God in Israel

 All those gathered here will know that it is not by sword or spear

 That the Lord saves

For the battle is the Lord’s

And he will give all of you into our hands.”

©David Mutuku 2013

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