Friday, January 11, 2013

I'll Cut Off Your Head / God-Given Aim


This is a poem I wrote for English class. We were asked to write a Sacred Poem. I didn't want to write the typical sacred poem where there's a Christian going through a struggle and conquering. Those are important and yes, it is a very important subject and very relavent in the Christian life, but I desired something different. This is what evolved:


War was inevitable with the occupied hills,
Only a valley between, brought both people chills.
The Philistines and the Israelites, on good terms they were not;
Because God was the one whom the Israelites sought.

Goliath the Philistine towered nine feet.
All people cower - not wanting to meet
This bellower shouting a great demand,
“Is there any soldier in the land
Brave enough to come down and fight?”
Now there was David, not a threatening sight.
Sent to battle to bring his brothers bread,
David heard the taunt but was not filled with dread.

Instead, he questioned those running away,
“Cannot our Lord win this battle today?”
David’s brother spoke in anger, tearing him apart,
“I know you’re conceited and wicked at heart!”

Then joined in Saul: “You’re but a young man.
Goliath the warrior, you are less than.”
David rebutted, “I fought lion and bear!
God saved me then and will continue to spare!”

With that he was bid to go down and fight.
He wore no armour, but sling, stones and might.
David ignored the taunting and blatantly said,
“The Lord will deliver and I’ll cut off your head.”

Meeting Goliath, David clutched his stone.
Slinging it high it came down on his bone;
It sank into his skull, and down Goliath went
That once fierce warrior, now dead and spent.

David ran over, the giant’s sword in hand
Over his body did he stand.
One quick movement and off came his head.
David so thankful the Lord had lead.

David’s strong faith and trust in the Lord,
His uncanny courage and strength that soared,
Is not impossible for you and I to attain;
We need to strive for that God-given aim.

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