One simple stone was all it took,
The youth named David carried five,
A sling, strong arm, and well-trained eye
Simplicity to stay alive.
He had no need for heavy mail,
And put his faith in being free.
Possessions tend to slow you down,
And movement was his alchemy.
When life hoists you by own petard,
Let go, choose God's provisions first,
The earth, the Bible, Science too,
Abandon ego, don't be cursed.
Through faith, this youth ruled golden age,
Beloved of God although he swerved
Forgiven times that passion reigned,
A sinful man, by faith, preserved.
Let my true stone be Jesus' death,
God's Grace, my only source of pride,
Look! Demons slain demarcate path,
My purpose simple, be Christ's bride.
Brian Johnston
8th of July 2018
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well done my faithful servant... Cut the rhetoric and slay your giants, with the benefit of God's Grace, then be confident in your travails that your strength is imbedded and your success is guaranteed.