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Few Can Overcome ManyI'm in the midst of a great battle on my gallant mount.
When will this war ever end?
Will I ever see my family and friends again?
Will we win this fight?
I'm starting to have doubts.
I'm losing sight of the light.
Must the price of freedom and hope come to bloodshed?
As I look at the enemy below, I feel fear swelling in my heart.
But I pull my sword from its sheath.
Its sharp blade gleams in the sun's light.
I'm ready to take flight.
I'm ready to face death.
These people's lives I will protect with all my might.
The strength of the Lord will be my second sword.
God will be my shield.
To the enemy I will never yield.
Strength replaces fear in my heart.
I feel like new hope is about to start.
I sound the command to attack.
Now there is no turning back.
Victory is in our hands.
Thanks to the strength and hope the Lord is giving my small band.
We can overcome the enemy.
Even though we are not many.
Nine TimesI saw him nine times.
The first time we were both sitting in the room together, getting ready to take the math test that would determine our placement. I was scatterbrained and throwing things around, trying to find the pencils that I had known I would need but had still just tossed in my purse. He was lounging backwards in his chair, looking for all the world as though he didn’t have a single care in the world, including the upcoming test. It annoyed me, that I was frantic and ready to scream, while someone else could be that relaxed.
I tested out of the class.
I don’t know if he did.
The second time I saw him, it was a few months after I arrived on campus. He was the one rushing and frantic this time, running across the square. He was probably late for class, though I had no way of knowing for sure. I was already lost in my own thoughts and ideas, deciding on my major and convincing people that yes, this is what I really want to do with my life. If they weren
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