He walks toward the mighty foe;
There is a pause;
He must bend down, position low,
The stones to choose.
The flowing stream made smooth by time
Those five choice stones;
The Word of God, read and made mine;
Ready to use.
It takes but one, with careful aim—
A verse applied;
To fell the giant, victory gain
O’er many a sin.
On bended knee, our “stream” His Word,
We gather “stones”;
With prayerful use, our strength the Lord,
The victory win.