The 70,000 and The Malakim

Grant Hope #246

The helmets and boots could be heard for miles beyond the city gate
my enemies cometh

My God was with me
though the blood of fear and conceit boiled still
we were a people that did not need count
our adversaries knew where we went we were no trifle

For once I refused to look up
spreading my hands out to that which was under my command
demanding a count of each head

But this drew ire more monumental than clanging metal
a sheath of Malakim could be heard from Heaven
coming down to enact a toll for the lack of faith

If numbers were what made a king
than my mistake would ring

70,000

And by this my God relented
the angel put away his sword from destroying the city whole
and I learned that He does not need my pride to succeed

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