None Are Stronger
by Rich Mullins
And as I lay me down one evening,
I thought of Jesus on the hill
And how for men He was weeping,
When it was Him they were going to kill
And I know He would have saved them
Had they only just allowed
None are stronger than the humble
And few are weaker than the proudAnd then my thoughts, they turned to David,
And how he watched his father’s flocks
How the music that he was playing
Could calm the demons in a mighty man’s heart
And when the prophet came round looking for a king,
He sought young David out,
‘Cause none are stronger than the humble
And few are weaker than the proudAnd I know that you know about Moses,
And how he left the Pharaoh’s courts
When he saw the injustice
Done to the people, the people of the Lord
And though his fears drove him to hiding,
The Lord his heart with courage soon endowed
‘Cause none are stronger than the humble
And few are weaker than the proudAnd none are stronger than the humble
And few are weaker than the proud
The Fall weather always puts me into “Rich” mode for some reason. And I cannot believe that it has already been 10 years since his death. It seems like only yesterday that I saw him in concert for the last time. But the time has indeed passed which is quite evident by my house full of children running around and the big three-oh lurking just around the corner.
