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The Sovereign Lord is my strength; he makes my feet like the feet of a deer, he enables me to tread on the heights. For the director of music. On my stringed instruments.
Habakkuk 3:19 NIV

The Lord is my strength
For who has the authority
To separate man from beast.
Flesh seperated through spirit 
Out of the pits of the lions mouth
The Lord snatches one out
He lights the way with a guided path
These newfound feet in rhythm
From the new tunes of leading
Confusion unto the beast
That thought He had His prey.
What has become of this one
These feet that soars with the wind
We must stop Him before He 
Tells another of this escape.
In the Lord one shall find rest
All the pants of life become clear
Streams of living water within
No longer having to search alone
Protection from the beast
For it's left chasing it's tail in circles
Of the one that got away



As the deer pants for streams of water, so my soul pants for you, my God.
Psalms 42:1 NIV

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