On a wondrous summer day,
I saw a marvelous sight
Galloping o'er hill and dale,
I saw a stalwart knight;
he rode astride a powerful
steed,
a beast fit to bear his master,
The wind, it sought to drive
him back,
but the knight persevered all
the faster.
On that summer's day, I saw the
knight,
I watched him from afar,
A dragon rose, with scales so
bright,
they shone just like the stars;
The dragon roared, with
fearsome fire
he claimed the kingdom, all:
"No hero may stand before
my ire,
I rule! Fear me and fall!"
The knight, he stood upon the
ground,
His head unhelmed he there;
His armor he cast all around,
and faced the dragon, bare.
"You say I am a hero,
worm,"
The stalwart youth declared,
"Yet here I show you my
true form,
and tell you, I'm not
scared!"
"Only a sheep-herd they
send to me?"
The dragon cried in a rage,
"Will you herd me, like a
lowly beast,
will you close me in a cage?
I am the mighty dragon-lord,
King above all kings!
The seas are in my flagon
stored,
I feast upon all things!"
"Not so, foul worm,"
the shepherd cried,
"A KING doth reign on
high,
Who rules o'er earth, the
seasons, the tide,
Whom you shall not defy!
You say you have a fearsome
wrath,
You threaten to scorch the
land;
but MY KING, Who sent me down
this path
has given you into my hand!"
"See, even now I have no
shield,
My horse you have devoured;
but to MY KING you must needs
yield,
or die within the hour."
The dragon scorned, "Thou
puny cur!
Within my emerald claw,
I'll crush you, boy! You dare
not stir!
You'll die between my jaws!"
The dragon bent his mighty
head,
to fulfill his boastful word,
Yet in his haste to make him
dead,
the dragon forgot the sword;
The youth, still holding his
weapon fast,
cried, "Oh King, deliver
Thou me!"
From within the throat he cut,
till at last,
'Twas daylight he could see.
And so it was, that mighty
youth
cut off the dragon's head;
In spite of fire and boasts,
forsooth!
The awful beast was dead.
The shepherd-youth returned to
town,
and behold, the people cheered,
"Our humble hero has
thrown down
the monster we all
feared!"
The youth proclaimed,
"Good people, hear!
List to my voice's sound!
You have no need for dread or
fear
when THE KING ON HIGH bears His
Crown!
'Twas He Who gave me the
strength to fight,
But for Him I would have none;
My armor, my steed, my sword,
my might,
Could not do what MY KING has
done.
"This day, let us give
thanks to Him,
for this, His latest act!
And sing His praises, psalms
and hymns,
And trust His Word as fact!
No power there is that can
prevail,
when He says, "THOU SHALT
NOT."
'Tis He who makes the warrior
hale,
in Him should strength be
sought."
I tell this tale upon this hour
To remind all you who hear:
'Tis humble faith wherein lies
power,
not arrogance, wealth, or fear!
So trust this day in the King
on High,
Almighty is His Name!
Then when false dragons rise up
nigh,
You, too, can do the same!
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