I, David

I, David, with polluted hands,

Ask for forgiveness,

From God our Creator,

Who made woman and man,

I have lusted, I have murdered,

 I have killed men in war,

Can you forgive me?

Or my life, will you abhor.

It is for this reason,

Your temple I cannot build.

And my son You have chosen,

Your will to be fulfilled.

You have chosen me to be king,

And you make no mistakes,

Anointed by the Prophet,

For this very thing.

I ask you why you chose,

One who would have polluted hands?

To be the second king,

Over this Your promised land.

And yes you were with me,

When I killed the bear,

Then the lion came,

His life I did not spare.

And then one day,

My brothers I went to see,

I heard Goliath’s roar,

As loud as he could be.

I remembered how you used me,

To kill the lion and the bear,

To protect the fearful flock,

So the lambs they could not tear.

Now I know my duty,

To kill the beast, Goliath,

To save the nation Israel,

God’s people to be spared.

By Forrest G. Hall

April 11, 2017