"I defy the ranks of Israel," the young boy heard him say.
Then his heart began to race as he looked Goliath's way.
But the beats that pounded in his chest were not from rage or fear,
But from the call of God that fell upon his ear.
"I have chosen you my child; this battle you must fight.
Not with sword and not with spear, but with my power and might."
So courageous little David looked Goliath in his eyes
And approached the battle line, not shaken by his size.
He reached into his pouch and pulled out one round stone.
As he drew his sling, his hands were steady because he wasn't holding it alone.
And even while Goliath shot out curses on God's name,
The living God of David calmed his heart and held his aim.
Then across the line soared David's stone and struck Goliath's head,
And David's enemy, the giant, fell silent then fell dead.
I can almost hear the brutal blow and see Goliath fall
Because the call that little David felt has also been my call.
There are Goliath's in my life God is calling me to fight
Not with sword and not with spear, but with his power and might.
And just as God held David, I do not fight alone
So I'll march up to the battle line, draw my sling, and throw my stone.