My head in Your laps; Your power in my hair

“And I will cut off the judge from its midst, and slay all its princes with him” Amos 2: 3

I love the way you weave my hair

God’s power therein from you I hid so well

I loved the way you looked at me

Your piercing eyes searing red hot through my skin

Yet the source of my might you couldn’t see

With your cold gaze you held my stare

You’re the only one who’d even dare

As sure as I’m the son of Adam

You’re a daughter of Eve

Though I’m not quite sure

Our mother’d trade her prized virtue

To satisfy her personal greed

But it’s not your fault

I was the one in need

Being with you

Allowed my ego and vanity to feed

I willingly walked into your arms

Turned my back on His face

Took for granted my Master’s holy grace

My father’d warned me but I didn’t care

My mother would weep in shame and despair

And now my tribe and Israel, weighed down with fear

Their ceaseless warnings, I refused to head or hear

But you my lady are just so fair

You I wooed against His wisdom

Choosing to defy His divine convention

The whole nation raged, there was great contention

We wined and dined under the canopy of the starry Palestinian night

Inseparable lovers we couldn’t be parted

Love notes and love totems

Shared joys and sorrows

Lovers’ quarrels and the hope of tomorrow

We broke up and stormed

We made up and made love

How then was I to see,

the deception that soon would engulf me?

How was I to know you’d use me, ridicule me,

enslave me, family and country?

I had asked for your hand in marriage

(though my folks did try to discourage)

You said I’d have to pay the dowry

I’d do anything for you to agree

But the cost I should have dodged or parried

This was not the currency we’d agreed!

Your asking price I couldn’t believe

- The one thing on earth I was not allowed to give

“Darling” you said “if you love me true

tell me the secret of your godly strength.”

You prevailed on me,

Nagged and wailed to me

Your pain I no longer could bear to see

Like a hovering vulture

 you persisted in patience

by now my soul

 was weary with your insistence

I reasoned that this was destiny

Since you and I were meant to be.

Eventually I yielded

 to the charms she wielded

and after all the childish pranks I played

by a Philistine mob I was soon waylaid

as the Book rightly says, my head was shorn

my super-strength gone

trapped and downtrodden, and treated with scorn.

Now the result of my folly’s plain for all to see

But the real shame’s that it doesn’t just affect me

And now the fate of my people’s in jeopardy.

In shackles, in chains but my heart’s broken

And all this you did for less than a token

Now I must return to the One whose refuge is sure

The One who’s holy, righteous, just and pure.

Lord I know I’ve fallen from your grace

My strength I do not ask You to replace

Restore to me Your fellowship I pray

Let me know You for one more day

Have mercy on me let me see Your face.

That night He came to me in my cell

That dreary place where I was forced to dwell

One like a son of man, clad in a robe as white as snow

a golden sash around his chest

His head and hair as white as snow

His eyes were blazing bright like fire

He was awesome and grand! I lay prostrate before Him

I’d never known fear but in truth I was frightened

His hand on my head, He gently reassured me

“Be at peace my son, it is your Lord, it is me.”

And with that I was calm, my soul enlightened.

“A broken and contrite spirit is what I seek,

Humility you’ve learnt, your powers no longer at their peak.

Forgiveness is in my power to give,

Dear son, My hand of fellowship receive.”

“To avenge your sight,

 I will restore your might

Now judge this nation

For its transgression.”

I love the way You lead me Lord,

Your hand on my head anointing me

Your mercy transforming the old man that was me

Divine power washing away every blot of my sin.

I love the way You comfort me

Your anointing flows through every sinew of my skin

I’m your battle ax - Prepared for war,

Blessed be the Lord my God

Who teacheth my hands to fight,

and my fingers to make war.

They drag me out

To mock and to jest at

This is their day to worship the idol Dagon

Their kings and princes laugh with derision

Unknown to them I’ll yet fulfil my life’s mission.

My hands take hold of those two wide columns

Now I’ve got God’s enemies all in one place

It’s time to redeem Israel’s disgrace

It’s time to make my way home to see my Lord and Master’s face.

“So the dead which he slew at his death were more than they which he slew in his life.” Judges 16:30

IamMaverick

13-12-2008