I Deborah, a Mother in Israel, sit under my palm tree,
Israel cries out in distress pleading to be set free.
My heart carries God’s people, Oh return to Him!
They must give up their false gods or remain with Jabin.
The God of Israel hears their cry and moves His mighty hand;
He calls forth His army to deliver and to redeem the land.
His prophetess brings forth His Word to command,
The deliverance comes and it is through a woman’s hand.
Oh God of our salvation how faithful to us You are.
Though times seem dismal You are never very far.
You never fail to answer Your children when they cry;
Your enemies are foolish to fight You; yet they ever try.
Oh Lord of Hosts how awesome You are, all power is in Your hand,
Come set us free, bring us home, heal, and redeem our land.
©2011 Piper Green
Revised 2014
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