Young Goliath
He wasn’t smart
Nor was he pretty
Big enough for
Eighth grade at two
What a pity
His mother hid
In the closet
And left his food
At the door
He joined the army
When he was eight
Soldiers went hungry
While he gained weight
He had no friends
They came up to his knee
They all ran
When he had to pee
He found his moment.
Of glory when Israel
Came to town
Why should they war
When a one on one
Would even the score?
So you know
The story from here
David won the day and
Goliath’s people ran away
Goliath’s head rolled
Israelites, the story told,
Til this day.
Goliath had to pay
In future days
of glory when
God retells the story
With answers filled with love
Will David and Goliath
Be understanding friends?
Like Ali and Foreman
Like us and our best friend
After a childhood fight
When neither needs
To be right?
God’s goodness is His GLORY
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Nor was he pretty
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Yet does not slam us
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