David and Goliath
This night before a battle drawn,
At dawn I meet my foe,
One Philistine; a beast of brawn,
Will tarry far below.
And, I a humble man of God,
From you I draw all grace,
Each day I give you praise and laud,
E'en in this terror I face.
I ask you Lord for strength to give,
For true and steady arm,
That Israel once more may live,
Away from ill and harm.
Now, as the sun begins to rise,
On Elah's grassy vale,
I stare into Goliath's eyes,
And, hear his fearsome wail!
For from my leather sling; a stone,
Has torn into his head,
And, on the field I stand alone,
Above the one who's dead.
And, now a kneeling shepherd boy,
Sends prayers and offerings,
All Israel raise shouts of joy,
Unto your King of Kings!
Peter Lowell Paulson
November 3, 2015
