David - Poem by NikiAlex Zander
Come sit under My Young Fig Tree, this is where We can talk.
Yes, I walk on water, but I still have to walk.
I sent Samuel to anoint David as King,
At the pool of Gibeon, that started the whole thing.
Poems We will tell in the peace and shade of MY Tree.
Stories of Willows by the clear stream or of Calfs, of carved ivory.
As the Leopardess creeps upon its prey, to kill unseen,
So will this shepard boy, soon become your King.
My Name is David, I am the King of Israel.
I killed a Giant when I was twelve.
It wasn't a fair fight, I had a' Magic Stone',
No-one knew, until after it was thrown.
After that An Outlaw, no longer a shepard boy,
Lived in fear for ten year, My only safety was Troy.
An Outlaw with nowhere to call my home
Two years later, I took the 'Kings Throne'.
Samuel met Me at Gibeon, said it was' Gods Way.'
He said to anoint Me and that I would soon have my day.
There was plenty of trouble, it was all around.
King Saul hated me, after I took that Golden Crown.
We have Old Friends in Melita, on the North Shore,
They are excellent Ironsmiths, We can always use a few more.
We will go to Hebron, Way up in the sky.
We will train Our Men for Battle, with My Sons and I.
We will need material for Gods 'Special Tent'
We will know soon what, instructions will be 'Heaven Sent'
Use the 'Istar Gate', its the only way through
Here is the'Seal of Shema', this will help too.
The Death Stork is near, calling His 'Siren Song',
Do Not Answer, Death will soon be along.
So wear Your'Death Robe', paint Your face Black and Blue,
When Death does arrive,
He won't find Me or You...
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