When Goliaths Fall

This is a poem written by my uncle Steve.

The lines are drawn, the armies there
Shouts of war fill the air...
The brave, the mighty going out
There's always a cost......and blood no doubt! 

Warrior's dressed in full array
They've been there forty nights and days...
And still the strongman stands unbound
With no challenger within his sound. 

Would that God would show His hand!
Would that there was one true man!
To look in the face of nine feet of death...
And never EVER loose one breath. 

Then one fair boy, surely not a man --
Kind of ruddy in face and probably tan,
Heard the name of His God being blasphemed from afar...
Said "That one taunt is enough ~ he's gone too far!" 

With the name of the Lord and a sling in his hand
David met Goliath -- the strongman of the land!
He said "The Lord doesn't deliver by sword or by spear!..
The battle is the Lord's and His power is here!" 

The zeal of the Lord launched that stone in the air!
It had proved itself before against the lion and the bear!
"This uncircumcised Philistine is no different.." David said,
"For like the others soon this one too will be dead!" 

The sound of a thud...a sword out of sheath...
And David with a head and no body beneath!
The Philistine army was now on the run...
And its just as he said -- "The battle's been won!" 

There's a sound that is heard by those that don't fear,
And it's only heard by those who are near,
Weak souls camped out with the likes of King Saul,
Will never be mighty and probably will fall. 

The Lord's warriors go out into enemy land,
Full of the Spirit -- His weapons in hand!
Never a doubt...never thinking of defeat,
In this war there's no such thing as retreat. 

Yes...
There's a sound that is heard by those that don't fear,
And it's only heard by those who are near,
A distinct sound...not much like it at all --
It's what true warrior's hear............when Goliaths fall!

Steve F. Griffin - 1985