Jin Chun Poet Ballad

A Dead Knight's Tale

A Dead Knight’s Tale

I took a knee—this was my hope,
the honour long desired.
I stood a knight, went up the slope,
burning with zeal and fire.

I was no longer untitled
and quickly I grew proud.
I was arrogant and entitled—
Bent on pleasing the crowd.

Then followed the battles I had lost.
“Straggler” was my new name—
much wounded and covered with blood,
staggering with much to blame.

I was embracing my defeat.
Then, all of a sudden,
I was invited to a feast—
Feast! What's the occasion?

What for? I could not but wonder.
They cried, “We won! We won!”
How, though? I could not understand.
I knew not what to do.

Then he came running—with open arms,
hugged me, kissed me, robed me.
“Today I found that which was lost!”
He said, "Do you love me?"

So I tell him, “I think I do.”
And he asks me again,
I say, “I think I’d like to love you.”
And he asks me again.

“You know, my Lord—I do love you.”
Then he says, “Feed my sheep.”
Yesterday a knight, now a shepherd.
“I will,” and then I weep.

With newfound purpose, I breathed again.
I resolved to respond.
My brothers, take a stand with me!
Sing! Sing! From morn ’til dawn!

Lift up your voices and sing His praise!
Rise! Arise, in His name!
To live is Christ—to die is gain.
Boldly, with me, proclaim!

I was lost, and now I am found.
No more shall I wander.
He is my shepherd; I shall not want,
And I am His forevermore!

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