I WILL SLAY YOUR PHILISTINE

Jesus woke me early and we danced.

He whispered stories sweet and old.

He took the hurts and pains away.

He forgave the all.

Come with me love you must no longer crawl.

Follow me crisp, lithe, and clean for today is killed your Philistine.

This Philistine is large...fierce with anger.

Fear not. He is a paper tiger.

What you have feared for so long I have drawn to the ground.

Although this Philistine seems full of power,

It is this Philistine you will slay this hour.

The weapon used is the heart and not the will.

He will be slain by my living words and not your skill.

Slow the dance Linda...It's time to kill.

I will slay your Philistine this hour.

Jesus the lover...Full of power.

Speak with me now in his direction.

No more his anger.

No more his vexing:

"Philistine Fall. Philistine Fade. Philistine in your tomb be silent laid."

With no head token hewn for legacy or for future honor.

For I AM the stone and Philistine King.

I AM the King of your heart...The King of your dreams.

Linda...You may rest now.

Your Philistine is slain...

... for I have slain your Philistine.

--Jesus--