David and Bathsheba
1 Samuel 16, and 2 Samuel 11
I wish that I had never shared my psalms,
Regardless whose insomnia was raging.
I wish that my ambition hadn’t brought me from the hills
To shamelessly perform before the king.
For if I’d had the patience to have waited;
If I had kept these lyrics ‘neath a blanket in my tent,
Then now I could reveal them to you slowly,
One by one,
And say that I’d composed each verse for you.
Copyright © Michael Kalavik | Year Posted 2021
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