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.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2006

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