Why Does He Care Now
What use is your sentiments and professions of love, After I have crossed beyond the veil, That separates what's alive from what's not? Your affections, I cannot be touched by, Though your tears moistens the soil of my grave, And gives room to new life. I am now veiled from your sight, And from your access. One year, I mourned the sin against my blood. Two, I waited and observed for what you could have done. Where was the voice of the father, Who now Wails pretentious within the walls of the king's house? Your eyes that search to and from, For the signs of my continued existence, Why was it hidden from the obvious evidence of my sister's predicament? Or am I so loved, That I received the love of an only child? And she, that of an absent father, Who's ears could not be enticed by the squeals of my sister? Mourn not my loss, Oh man of my same blood. I have avenged my beloved, Though my soul was lost as a cause. References : 2 Samuel 18:28-30, 32-33 | 26th December 202...
