Awake, Oh Sleeping Giant
Poem written by Kurt Hardy
Copy right May 4, 2011
This poem was written to alert the church to the critical hour in which we are living. There is imminent danger from the Enemy, who is attempting to lure believers into a slumber of Christian mediocrity by encouraging the gratification of self-indulgence.
The Church, called “The Body of Christ,” is none other than a sleeping giant. It is failing to raise its potentially powerful voice against the social mores of our culture, which is being established through our “hallowed” halls of congress, institutes of education and the financial system that supports them.
Jesus told His disciples to pray to the Lord of the harvest to send labors out into the field, for the “workers” are few and the harvest is ready (Matthew 9:37-38).
This poem portrays the renaissance period during the time of the “knights of shinning armor.” The setting for the poem is a drinking pub of that era.
There are six players involved in the poem and their identities are as follows:
The Narrator gives insight into the drama.
The Herald is the Holy Spirit crying out the call to arms.
The Giant Warrior is the Church, which is drunk on the pleasures of life and has refused the call to battle.
The Sword is the authority of God’s word, anointed with power to vanquish every attack of the Enemy.
The Inn Keeper represents the world opinion of the so-called Christian.
The Evil One symbolizes the demonic forces of Satan as he tells his deceptive lies, which are designed to steal, kill and destroy God’s people and the nations of the world.
Awake, Oh Sleeping Giant
The Herald cried out at the Drinking Pub Inn
“Where is the Warrior, the giant among men?”
The Innkeeper pointed at a table and chair.
“You’ll find him quite drunk and asleep over there.”
“Awake sleeping Giant, you’ve been drinking all night.
The day is far spent and it’s now time to fight.
The Giant was groggy and said with a groan
“Away with you Herald, and leave me alone.”
“I see, sleeping Giant, you are besotted by wine.
You’ve indulged in its pleasures for a very long time.
How could you do such a despicable thing?
God made you a warrior, now fight for the King.”
The Giant slurred in an indolent way,
His eyes would not focus and his body did sway.
“Fear not, the enemy’s not coming today.
There’s plenty of time to drink and play.”
“Not so, mighty Warrior, O victorious one.
The battle out side has already begun.
The Enemy is destroying everything in sight,
all that is good and all that is right.
Now the people believe that he rules the land,
And they must obey his every command.
And that’s not all, there’ much more to tell.
He told me his plans were developed in Hell.
He said he’ll attack the family and marriage life,
causing doubt and distress between husband and wife
He has posted a law with this decree,
‘Dissolve your marriage if you can’t agree.’
Families are broken with sorrow and pain.
Their children rebelling for attention to gain.
Violence and destruction are seen everywhere.
Such a common thing, people don’t seem to care.
‘Mighty Warrior, God’s people are suffering great loss.
They need your firm prompting to remember the cross.”
The Giant refilled his mug, pushing the bottle aside,
And with coldness and anger, blithely replied,
“Why should I bother with the Enemy’s lie?
Should I do battle when I might die?
Go away now, Herald, you’re wasting your time.
It’s safe in this place and I want more wine.”
“Listen well, O Warrior, for our God has said,
“Fight with My Sword, or you’ll be dead.”
But, the Giant refused to take up the fight,
for the poor and hungry who fear the dark night.
He had no concern for the lost souls of men.
He was drugged by the comforts of the Drinking Pub Inn.
A thunderous knock upon the pub’s door,
caused it to splinter and crash to the floor.
Then in he stalked, a most dreadful sight,
it was the feared Evil One, the prince of the night.
He was strong and powerful, ugly and mean.
His body was built like a fighting machine.
“So you’re the Great Warrior, I’m meant to fear,
But, I find you quite drunk on the pleasures of cheer.”
Then he said, in a voice that was vicious and cruel,
“Did you think you could hide, you cowardly fool?
While you filled your belly with the pleasures of life,
I was training in Hell to prepare for this fight.
Your interest was focused on the enjoyment of ease,
whatever felt good, and whenever would please.
But, I sharpened my weapons with treacherous skill,
and disciplined myself to be ready to kill.
You had many chances to save the poor and the lost,
but you never were willing to pay the high cost.
Now is the hour when we must fight.
So, get up, old drunkard, you’re a pitiful sight.
My work with you will soon be done,
But, not before I’ve had my fun.”
The Evil One lunged with an ear piercing shriek,
And a crashing hard blow struck the Warrior’s cheek.
The Giant fell backwards and onto the floor.
While the Evil One laughed and kicked him some more.
“First, I’ll break you, so you’ll bend down your knee,
Then I’ll make you a spectacle for the whole world to see.
I’ll cut you to pieces, so powerless you’ll be.
Then, where is your God that will fight against me?”
The Giant was bleeding as he got to his feet.
He was reeling and staggering for a place to retreat.
Feebly, he shook his great fist in attempting to stand.
“Now I will crush you, like an ordinary man.”
The Giant’s huge fist could easily kill ten men,
but, his fist was useless against the power of sin.
Then the Evil One leered, with eyes like a snake,
began cursing the Warrior with vile words of hate.
“Hey, old woman,” the Evil One said with a yell,
Spewing his mockery from the pit of hell.
“You’re no match for me, as we do battle this hour.
You’ve lost your faith and your Sword of great power.”
Hopelessly, the Giant searched the room everywhere.
And at last glimpsed the Sword propped up on a chair.
Swiftly, he grabbed it, but it was quite dead in his hand,
for it lacked power and authority, he couldn’t understand.
Then the Evil One grinned, snarling “Now you’ll die.”
His nostrils were flaring and there was death in his eye.
He pulled out his sword, it was black as the night,
And quickly he swung it, with all of his might.
Piercing the Giant with a deep gaping wound,
the Evil One sneered, “Your death will come soon.”
He struck the weak Giant again and again,
but the Warrior was unable his life to defend.
Sensing his life was not long to last,
He cried to God, “Lord forgive my past.
Redeem me now from my shameful disgrace.
And don’t let me die in this dark, sinful place.
I plead your mercy, give me grace once again.
Let me die by your hand, not by the sword of sin.”
With tears in his eyes running down his face,
an eerie kind of silence fell on that wretched place.
Suddenly the saber stirred in his hand,
as the Giant arose to make his last stand.
Like a burst of lightening came a bright beam of light,
as it struck the Swords tip, it was a most awesome sight.
That brilliant light set the Sword all aglow,
And it covered the Giant from head to toe.
As he swung the great Sword, it came to life in his hand,
for it was given power and authority from the Son of man.
The Evil One hissed, as he coiled in retreat,
for he knew very soon he would face defeat.
In absolute terror, he bellowed, “I fear no mere man,
But that Sword is anointed that you hold in your hand.”
The Giant wielded the Sword with new found skill,
“Just one swift blow will suffice for the kill.”
The Evil One begged in a quivering voice,
“Allow me, O Warrior, an alternate choice.
Let me live and I’ll give vast treasures to you,
with fame and great riches to spend as you choose.
But if I die, he said with a hiss,
I’ll be sent back to Hell in the deep black abyss.
Once there, my master will show no mercy on me.
So what do you say? Let me go free.”
All the Evil One saw was a gleam from the blade,
a swish kind of sound is all that it made.
And the only evidence that was lingering there,
was a smoking, black vapor adrift on the air.
This warfare is not for the failures of men,
but against powers of darkness, the rulers of sin.
The Herald advised the Warrior once more,
“Now leave this grim place and go out to war.”
The Giant strode out of the Drinking Pub Inn,
and, with the Sword of the Spirit, was victorious again.