My Favorite Story

Once upon a time there was a king
A handsome young king named David
Once, he was a tender of the flocks
Many were the sheep he herded.
But God saw his humble faith
So to the throne of Israel, he has ascended.

There was nothing more he lacked
For the very palace was made of gold
Had them servants to wash his feet
Indeed with great was he endowed.
But even he could not have known
Not even the prophets have foretold.

One day, when he sat in one of his gardens
He pleased himself to look at his kingdom
He was left without a speech
To think of the immensity of his dominion.
And from where he stood, a flower he saw
A maiden bathing in utter oblivion.

Instantly, his eyes were deranged
For words fall short to define her form
She is a flower, no she is a jewel
“Who is this lady? To whom is she born?”
You must know in haste, was his command
To have her not will make him mourn.

And so she was fetched
To the love-torn king she was presented
“Tell me your name, oh beautiful one.”
A kiss made to the hand, which she resented
“Bathsheba, oh mighty King, wife of Uriah
On hearing that, he was exasperated.

“Uriah, the Hitite, do you mean?”
The soldier in my mighty army?
“Yes, oh mighty King, one of your men,
A valiant man, to whom my love is worthy.”
“I see,” was the king’s reply, abashed
“But tonight I implore you love me.”

The unwilling maiden defy not the order
So the night was spent in the king’s chamber
Like a land invaded, her body exploited
Shadows in the wall were created by the ember
May morning come soon, she sighed
May this end soon, his desire.

God is not blind, nor is He deaf
The evil deed needs apprehension
So when the deed was done
He called the King’s attention
A baby was conceived, and out it came
Sickly, apparent of deadly affliction.

The King was torn, now coming to mind
A dreadful sin he had commit
Which he should pay and pay did he
When God declared his child’s death
On his knees, wailing, he prayed
He begged on the Heavenly seat.

But the fate of the babe is as God has said
Not too long he will be dead
David lamented, prayed night and day
“God, spare my child,” this so He pleads.
He ate not, washed not, and dressed in sack
His prayers served his food.

Then came the day, God took the babe away
And cold he lay in his mother’s arms
When the King heard that the babe is gone
Unto the washing place he ran
He combed his hair and ate a meal
At last, God’s will is done.

The servants were ruffled, alas, the King
Too much might he bear the blame
That now the babe is dead, he left his bed
Indeed not an act of the sane
For when the child was sick, there he bowed
Wailing, praying to God in pain.

He wore his kingly robes and ordered a feast
The King, oh the servants were aghast
For indeed, he has come out of his mind
But with a smile, he declared, God’s wrath I have passed!
So feast we will, for forgiveness I have gained
My sin now buried in the dust.

When God declared that my son be dead
It was written in the book of my life
That I shall sin, and suffer grief
In pride and lust, steal someone’s wife
But to a new chance I wake, thus the feast
A new beginning for me awaits!

I know the Lord, He is my God
His love covers the multitude of my sins
And though I walk through the valley of death
In His loving mercy, I will lean
And I shall praise and thank His name
For his kindness, I have seen.

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Your sin will not define you, God's forgiveness will.