I am Gideon and I'm hiding
In a wine press threshing grain.
Brave enough to do the deed,
But not to face the pain.
Then I hear a stirring
There outside the press,
And I'm filled with gutless terror
when I hear the bold address:
"Greetings, mighty man of valor!"
(My blood turns cold to bone.)
And the fear grows in intensity
As I realize I'm alone.
"Who is it you're seeking?"
I whisper timidly.
"Be of courage, man of God,
I have come to speak to thee!"
This is actually a work in progress, so there will be more to come.
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