Lord, let me seek you like King David
and know you like you know yourself.
May my feebleness be made like the might of David
and my strength be the might of your right arm.
Your right arm, Lord, is never too short.
Your voice never leaves us in silence.
Just as the grave does not praise you,
you will not leave us to Death.
Stir those who slumber,
rise up those who let Death fast hold them!
Revive, oh Lord, by the breath of your face.
By your command, flesh strength to their bones.
Stand up your troop,
and with voice breathe upon them.
Raise their voice in your praise
and let their knee bow in worship!
Clasp each hand white-knuckled to your word,
with each breath to raise you as the standard,
with each shout advance the kingdom
in the hearts of this Earth.
~JLB
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