Jedidiah

I was my father's son, tender, And in the sight of my mother, Only beloved, for my brother Became ill on the seventh day; After Nathan spoke and left, he lay As consequence in surrender To death for the king's unmastered Lust and murder of a just man. Despising God, though partisan, He made His foes show utter scorn; Adultery conceived his first born. The child's considered the bastard. So, the king comforted his wife In her mourning til there was none. I was brought forth the second son, Solomon, of both peace and rest. The prophet returned; I was blest; Thus, loved by the Lord in life And named of Him Jedidiah. As son to Father I was known. He stablished forever my throne, Though my brother made himself king With fifty chariots full swing; His courts declared, "Adonijah!" But to Gihon by mule I went With the horn of oil anointed; Trumpets sounded as appointed. My people shouted greater sounds, Even so much that they shook the grounds Following me from the sacred tent.