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Pebble In A Brook
Noble mission, rocky ground, Smooth pebble, water round. Slick and true, in the hand, One man rises, takes a stand. Hell blocks the midday sun. Some men boast; some men run. Pebble, pebble from the brook. Time forgot, men overlook, Faster, faster, whistles 'round, Growing, growing, circular sound. Wings of flight, glory bound, Streaking, searching, high ground. On the mark, straight and true, Flesh and iron meets its due, In the Book, truth bound, David brought Goliath down. |