| I was just a shepherd boy
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| Without a shield, without a sword
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| Fed up with the giant’s voice
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| Screaming curses to the Lord
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| I walked down that hill alone
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| With a pocket full of river stones
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| But what that Philistine couldn’t see
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| Is what I had was more than me
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| See, on my own I’m weak
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| But my God fights for me!
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| I was servant to the king
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| Interpreting his crazy dreams
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| I won’t worship mortal men
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| So they threw me in the lion’s den
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| Vicious teeth were all I saw
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| 'Til something came and shut their jaws
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| You couldn’t find a scratch on me
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| In fact that night I fell asleep
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| When morning came it shocked them all
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| 'Cause my God fights for me
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| Oh, yes, He does
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| I stumbled into the room
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| With alabaster and my wounds
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| I could feel their judging eyes
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| As I fell before the Christ
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| I poured my oil upon His feet
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| I didn’t care who saw me weep
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| I gave Him all I had that day
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| And He should’ve sent me on my way
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| But instead, He lifted up my head
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| 'Cause my God fights for me, oh
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| He’s my shield, He’s my sword
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| The victory’s the Lords
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| He’s my shield, He’s my sword
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| The victory’s the Lords
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| So what’s your story here today?
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| What’s the giant in your way?
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| Are you trapped and can’t get out?
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| Or are you staring down a lion’s mouth?
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| Can you stand before the Lord?
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| Or do you need to hit the floor?
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| It don’t matter what you’ve done, uh
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| 'Cause the battle is already won
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| So lift your voice with me and sing
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| That «My God fights for me!» |
| Oh, yeah
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| So lift your voice in victory
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| 'Cause «My God fights for me!» |