Michael Bray

Author of A Time To Kill

Goliath Done Lost His Head

When they said he was dead, they fled
“Goliath done lost his head!”
Yeah, he was dead.  Gone the dread!
All red with his blood on the ground,
All around, with no life to be found,
Food for the beasts and the hounds!
Shame on those nasty Philistines!
The killer was a man in his teens!
Little man whipped up on a giant
Courageous faith and was defiant!
The heathen went a screamin’.
They were scared ’cause  it was seemin’
Like they were all a dreamin’!
O what to the world can be said?
Goliath done lost his head!
He was dead, yeah dead
He cut off the Philistine’s head
Dead! That’s what they said
He took up a stone
Was all alone
Slung it in the air
And it landed right there.
Yeah he was down
On the ground
While the soldiers stood around.
And that’s how the Lord beats armies!
Don’t need those lukewarm smarmies
Boy was tough.  He was rough.
Bowed and said, “We had enough!”
“We’re runnin’ away
Call it a day!
Not givin’ up to those Jews.
Ain’t’ got nothin’ to lose!

A.m. on 20 March, 2021 re 1 Sam. 17 
(To rap rhythm)

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