Sing of David
Lyric and Music by Douglas C.
Eltzroth
You say you know the story of the giant that was killed by the little boy
But do you know exactly when and why Goliath fell
In his hand he held a warrior’s spear the shaft as large as I’ve ever seen
And before him stood a soldier’s shield about the size of a limousine
A javelin slung on his back, from head to toe he was covered with brass
A mighty sword tied to his side
Yet he fell because he trusted in these things he held within his own control
In his heart he wore a desire to be served
The giant had a childish desire to be served
So, I sing this song to you
So, I sing this song to me
What do you hold in your hand
Why do you do the things you do
So, I sing this song to you
So, I sing this song to me
What do you hold in your hand
Why do you trust the things you do
The things you own, they don’t belong to you
If you think they do, they’ll soon be owning you
If you’re big enough you think you should be served
Then you’re small enough to get what you deserve
You say you know the story of the child that killed that giant of a man
But do you know exactly when and why young David won
In his hand he held a shepherd’s staff
that he used each day when he helped his dad
And the clothes he wore that battle day were just everyday little boy clothes
On his side he tied a shepherd’s bag
and then five smooth stones he placed inside
He threw one from a simple sling
In his heart he had a desire to serve
The child had a giant desire to serve
So, I sing this song to you
So, I sing this song to me
What do you hold in your hand
Why do you do the things you do
So, I sing this song to you
So, I sing this song to me
What do you hold in your hand
Why do you trust the things you do
When the sling of David became the sling of God
The giant fell
When the things of children become the things of God
Giants still fall today
May the things I have become the things of God
Like the sling of David became the sling of God
May my heart become his heart
May my ways become his ways
May my thoughts become the very thoughts of God
May my hands become his hands
May my feet become his feet
May everything I am
All I ever hope to be
Just like the sling of David became the sling of God
May the things I have become the things of God
May the child I am
May the man I am
May the child I am become the child of God
© 2001 Douglas C. Eltzroth c/o www.collage.org
37 Days of Christmas 