HANDS FOR BATTLE

He trains my hands for battle;

my arms can bend

a bow of bronze...

I pursued my enemies and overtook them; I did not turn back till they were destroyed. I crushed them so that they could not rise; they fell beneath my feet…

I beat them as fine as windblown dust; I trampled them like mud in the streets…

The Lord lives! Praise be to my Rock!

Exalted be God my Savior!

From Psalm 18

Blessings,

Kevin M. Kelley