Dens

Teethbreaker

Dens


Oh Lord, my enemies
Sprouting up like weeds
Roaring their mockery

Your thunder breaks the dawn
Your fist hard in their teeth
I'm stretched but standing tall
Fearless though I'm weak

You shield me
Ground beneath my feet
My only
Lifter of my head
Arise!
Save me, oh God!

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