The lonely hills he walked
And with his God he talked
Young David watched the flock
And rested on the Rock

He sang the heartfelt songs
That still enrapture throngs
For his delight was pure
And his communion sure

The sheep within his care
Enjoyed the songs so fair
But then, a rustling there
At once appeared a bear

The harp he tossed aside
He seized the bear astride
No fear does David show
As he inflicts the blow

And then a lion too
Attempted to break through
But David got his might
From Him whose ways are right

Young David did not flinch
He did not cede an inch
And his God is the same
As our God, we can claim

When lions and when bears
Would strike us unawares
Can we not call the Name
And David's God acclaim?

For we can slay the bear
And grab the lion's hair
No fearsome beasts we fear
For our Shepherd is near





Bob Westbrook 8/17/03



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