A Magical Journey

I hold three rocks softly in my hand Rolling them over, and over again This reality I leave far behind Thinking on the time when the rocks did find 'twas at Spewell Bluff where the river bends Where my dream time seemed to never end Dreaming of one stone that changed history Gathered from a brook it is no mystery David placed it in his shepherd's bag From there he surely did not lag Ran on ahead and faced the giant Smooth stone in the sling it is science David released it in the air The Philistine giant tumbled down there God guided that stone like a missile