Pain—you Goliath,
looming large and shouting loud
that you're invincible.
My David is at hand!
With stone of truth to sling with
Christ authority and bring you down—
inert and silent, powerless and dead;
no more a thing to fear or dread.
. . . you Egyptian host,
relentlessly pursuing day and night,
with threat of unfair servitude.
My Moses is at hand!
With rod of strength, divine demand,
to roll back waters of despair
until a path to freedom is revealed.
Your voice is drowned; and I, restored and healed.
. . . you wall of Jericho,
hard, unyielding, blocking off my goal
of forward steps and final victory.
My Joshua is at hand!
Triumphant trumpet call of Love
and shouts of gratitude and praise!
The walls collapse into the dust.
I clearly see your nothingness.
What lessons learned from Bible friends!
Persevere, and struggle ends.
Because of Truth, each lie must fall.
Pain's no Goliath, after all!
