The Audacity With Which You Speak!What Right Have You?!

[Wails]

Who would comfort me in my grief,

And take up the burden of my heart?

I Yearn for a son,

Whose heart is no longer with me.

A seed,

Who willingly became a thorn in my flesh.

What am I to do?

Who would understand

And comfort me?

I Yearn for the one

Who wants me not.

I Desire the one,

Who Has cast me aside

And plunges daggers into my sores.

I cannot help the sorrow my soul feels.

It is not my will,

That we bow our heads in shame.

I value your sacrifices,

Cherish the lives Who took my place

But my flesh and blood

Whom I bore, is no more.

[Raises Tear Stained Face,

And Looks At Joab]

What do you speak of?

Shame? I've brought shame upon my camp?

I think of nothing but the life of my son.

What value is a thousand soldiers, 

If my offspring cannot outlive me?

I mourned alone in my chamber,

Become undone in the palm of my own hands.

What witness bear my frailty?

What eyes behold my humanity?

Whom have I failed

By exposing my pain to him who even hears in secret?

You command me?

You command and instruct me to an action?

Have I been reduced to a mere cadet

Under your command?

I now answer to your voice?

What regard do need to possess for my princes?

He now beholds me

As one of lowly estate.

Worthy of being met with such a tone.

A servant I appointed,

A soul under my authority?

Such audacity!

[Thinks to self.]

There's value in his words,

Insight in his overstepped speech.

I'll wear my crown tonight,

And be adorned with my Apparel once again.

I'll withhold my judgment

And preserve your soul until an appointed day.

Reference: 2 Samuel 19:2-7

|August 7th 2024|

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