For week on week he’d raised a fist defiant ,
His head thrown back, he roared at God and man,
With all the self-assurance of a giant
He mocked and taunted: ‘Take me, if you can.’
Invincible? Unconquerable? He believed it,
From earliest youth, Gath’s Champion, the Great.
And Philistine militia chose their favourite
To storm his human might ‘gainst Heaven’s Gate.
For forty days he challenged God and Israel
To choose one man to singly fight this war,
Convinced that he alone would win the battle,
Reliant on the armour that he wore:
Helmet of Arrogance,
Breastplate of pride,
Belt, all encircling,
With falsehood tight tied.
Feet shod and planted
With conflict and hate,
Sword pierced with godlessness
A covering, protective,
Impenetrable for sure.
Clad by his own making,
The armour he wore.
For week on week they faced their roaring arch-foe,
The mocking challenge rang deep in their ears.
Each taunt, each goad, like flaming speeding arrow
Inflamed their terror, and increased their fears.
Drawn faces, grey, their shoulders drooped with mis’ry
As they encountered godlessness so bold,
And while their confidence just crumbled daily,
Giant Despair just tightened up his hold.
O Israel, how is it that you’ve forgotten
The One who keeps you in His loving care,
The One who is your ever strong protection?
Is this the armour that you choose to wear?
Helmet of apathy,
Breastplate of fear,
Belt tightly buckled
With worry severe.
Feet shod with weak shoes
That shuffle with dread.
Sword sharp with truth
Now dull, blunted instead.
Your covering once shining
With brightness divine,
Now discarded lay
In a sorry decline.
For week on week, out on the lonely hillside,
The shepherd with his sheep, his staff, his rod,
Learned in the quietness to fully confide
And trust entirely on His Saviour God.
So, in the camp, when faced with the defiance
Of challenge from this heathen deity,
He acted out his faith in full reliance,
For God to him, was not an absentee.
Young son of Jesse, without hesitation,
Believing, leaning, on the one God true
Took up the stand ‘gainst evil’s accusation,
Clothed in the only armour that he knew:
Salvation his helmet,
Worn firmly in place,
Breastplate of Righteousness,
God’s saving grace,
Belt of the Word of God,
Feet quick and ready
God’s service to do.
Faith’s mighty shield
With divine saving power,
Sword of the Spirit,
To conquer, that hour.
1 Samuel 17.
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