Feminine 101

All my days I strove and struggled

To do the virtuous thing.

When Saul was spiraling,

Plagued with jealousy and always by fear,

I would not dishonor him.

God called him to rule. This much was clear.

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God confirmed us both as kings

To lead a peculiar people.

All that we are is feeble

Except that which the Almighty called strong.

If I were to reign as king,

None should e’re contend I’d done Saul wrong.

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It was not for laziness’ sake,

That I remained home that spring,

The blood–it seem to cling

To hands that weary of conflict, of battle.

Could a warrior king rest?

It’s a longing for peace with which I still grapple.

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Longing drove me to solitude

On a lonely edifice

To plunge in the morass,

A woman–the folly of every man.

Owing no fault of her own,

She is both our glory and quicksand.

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One wrong e’re begets another.

Like a leprous infection

Sin’s contamination

Spread’s its poison over skin, garment, and stone.

Dominion to rule, judge, lead,

I have defiled–betrayed You alone.

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All Your sanctifying triumph,

I have sullied in my fall,

Cast mockery and pall.

Samuel proclaimed a man after Your own heart,

But all I have is stained.

Create a clean one–one set apart.

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These seven days, I am bowed low,

Fasting, pleading on the ground.

I know well You are bound

To demand of us such a terrible price.

Arise now, and eat again

Comprehend the priceless sacrifice.

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Who will save me from this body

This corrupted and failing flesh?

Redeem this stumbling wretch.

I am what He calls me–shepherd or king–

Ever, only grace that upholds

A destitute fool with nothing to bring.

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