How long will we tarry
in the valley before
we face Goliath?

Listen to his taunts
as they echo accross
the hills

How long will the
voice of fear
paralyze our action?

How long will our
Goliath stand between
us and the land of
milk and honey?

Take heart I say..
Gather stones from
the brook

Walk steadfastly toward
the giant and do not
look back

Take aim with your sling
and let your humble stone
fly into the face of fear

And the thunderous crash
of your giant will scatter
all black clouds of doubt

And the faithful son will
light a path accross that
desolate valley and blue
skys will greet you in
the land of milk and
honey~