From the Book of Judges
Three Hundred
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Spoken
Threshing wheat in a winepress,
head down, breath held, hands quick,
seven years of looking over my shoulder,
seven years of a fist I couldn't unclench.
Then a voice in the doorway of the dark
said the thing I couldn't carry,
named me something I had never been,
and the night went still and wary.
Pre-Chorus
the least, the least of them all,
but the voice did not fall.
Chorus
The LORD is with thee, mighty man of valour,
the LORD is with thee, lift your head from the floor,
courage is a name in the mouth of the darkness,
mighty man of valour, you were never alone.
Verse 2
I brought two and thirty thousand,
the voice said, that's too many,
"lest they say their own hand saved them,"
so the strong walked home, the many.
Down to three hundred by the river,
by the way a man would drink,
He was peeling the strength from my fingers
till there was nothing of me left to think.
Pre-Chorus
the least, the least at the line,
and the morning was a sign.
Chorus
The LORD is with thee, mighty man of valour,
the LORD is with thee, lift your head from the floor,
courage is a name in the mouth of the darkness,
mighty man of valour, you were never alone.
Whispered
no blade, no blade, just a horn and a flame,
a lamp shut up in the clay,
break it, break it, let it burn,
let the black turn to day.
Three hundred horns in the dead of the dark,
three hundred lamps on the line,
"the sword of the LORD, and of Gideon,"
and the only blade was never mine.
Chorus
The LORD is with thee, mighty man of valour,
the LORD is with thee, lift your head from the floor,
courage is a name in the mouth of the darkness,
mighty man of valour, you were never alone.
Spoken
call me up out of the winepress,
call me up out of the least,
a lamp in one hand, a trumpet in the other,
walking slow toward the peace.