The lines were drawn. Both sides eyed one another.

The commanders were ready weapons were drawn.

One-stepped forward and shouts curses and blasphemies.

He was a real big one, a monster.

No one wanted to tangle with him.

He stepped forward they stepped back.

No one wanted to tangle with him.

His weapon was three times the size of any of theirs.

No one wanted to tangle with him.

As his steps quacked the earth as he walked.

No one wanted to tangle with him.

Here I am show me your best, his voice thundered.

No one wanted to tangle with him.

With his mind on EL ELYON, one had no fear.

“I’ll tangle with him.”

My faith is in YAHWEH, He is not so big, and “why should I worry.

I’ll tangle with him.”

A bag of hot air, there is no worry there. “I have JEHOVAH-NISSI.

I’ll tangle with him.”

I have JEHOVAH SABAOTH, with one shinny stone and the giant is dead.

“I tangled with him.”

The giant’s head in his hand held high as David shouts

“KANNA is my armor and, NO ONE CAN TANGLE WITH HIM!”

“In my heart I have ELOHM. With any giant I can tangle.”

DO YOU? CAN YOU?