Every Goliath Has a Stone
die on your feet or live on your knees
live as a slave or die bold and free...ringing that bell screaming liberty
mental minefields, thorns and thistles, bomblasts and war whistles
black clouds pouring floods of fire...it starts as a slow sizzle
take a stand...even walkin alone
because every goliath has a stone
stumbling blocks or stepping stones...divide the spoils and conquer the world
giants of doom they fall in defeat...marching on miles of misery
coming on the clouds on thunderous thrones...wise ones and warriors they know the score
monsters of madness turn to dreams and dust... blood and bones
because every goliath has a stone
facing those fears with a force called faith
shooting the wicked...they die with disgrace
taking new lands with righteous revival
no time to rehearse...no time for recitals
victory is vital...everyone should have a nest without thorns...every heart should have a
home
because every goliath has a stone
give me the blessing as i send back the curse...wrecking and rolling that long black herse
send me a doctor send me a nurse...bring on the medicine man
give me a miracle from the palm of Gods hands
as i sink in quicksand He throws me a rope
because every goliath has a stone
anthony_beesley@yahoo.com
Copyright © Anthony Beesley | Year Posted 2010
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