David, a shepherd boy, humble and small,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Anointed by God, chosen above all.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He faced a giant, so tall and so strong,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
With a slingshot and faith, he knew he’d belong.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
<\/p>\n\n\n\n
David, a man after God’s own heart,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
With your harp and your songs, you played your part.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
You defeated giants, your faith was true,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A shepherd turned king, your praises we’ll sing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
<\/p>\n\n\n\n
In the fields, David tended his sheep,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Composing melodies, his soul to keep.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He wrote psalms of praise, in times of joy and despair,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
His music touched hearts, lifting every prayer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
<\/p>\n\n\n\n
David, a man after God’s own heart,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
With your harp and your songs, you played your part.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
You defeated giants, your faith was true,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A shepherd turned king, your praises we’ll sing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Through trials and tribulations, David remained,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A man of repentance, God’s mercy he gained.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
From a humble shepherd to a mighty king,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
David’s story of redemption, let it ring.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
<\/p>\n\n\n\n
David’s legacy, a lineage grand,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Through his line, the Messiah would stand.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A promise fulfilled, a Savior was born,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
From David’s line, Jesus, God’s Son adorned.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
<\/p>\n\n\n\n
David, a man after God’s own heart,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
With your harp and your songs, you played your part.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
You defeated giants, your faith was true,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A shepherd turned king, your praises we’ll sing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
<\/p>\n\n\n\n
David,your story inspires us today,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
To trust in God, to walk in His way.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
With our hearts and voices, we’ll join the choir,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Singing praises to God, our souls set on fire.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
(End)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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