The Psalmist Voice
Let the shepherd command
and her flock shall follow at once
for upon the voice of the teacher
shall our knowledge counts hither.
Let the master show us the field
and her labourers shall gather in bliss
for in thy orchard and vineyard
shall we find treasure at hand.
Let the warrior blow her trumpet
and we shall gather to celebrate like eaglets
for thou hath rescue us from the allies of war
and granted us our territory as lords.
Let the king calls her servants
and we shall hasten our feet
for thy kings palace has blessed our jaws and teeth
and there our refuge restoreth.
O conqueror
fierce and burning like the blacksmith sword.
let men who contend with thee
fall before the battle ground in shame.
Copyright © Sunday Ameh | Year Posted 2009
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