"Prose poem" for class. Inspired by Judges chapters 6 and 7.


Gideon

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"But Lord," Gideon asked, "How can I save Israel? My clan is the weakest in Manasseh, and I am the least in my family."

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To be honest, there's no way that I can do this.

I'm not what you would call brave or strong, let alone lead an entire army. Sure, I believe in You (how can I not?) and I know that You have a reason for everything, but why me?

It's all beyond my understanding that You would have me lead three-hundred men to battle with only trumpets, pitchers, and torches. It's a wonder that they even trust me.

So if they can trust me, fallible and weak, I can certainly trust You, all-knowing and all-powerful.

There they are, ready for my signal.

Here I am, ready to do Your will.

To be honest, there's no way that I can do this.

Without You.

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When the three companies blew the trumpets and broke the pitchers, they held the torches in their left hands and the trumpets in their right hands for blowing, and cried, "A sword for the Lord and for Gideon!"

Each stood in his place around the camp, and all the army ran, crying out as they fled.


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