Blind the Philistines did lead Samson up and down
and while they made a mockery of him
the Lord God had looked down with pity
and Samson did touch the pillars
where the rulers of the Philistines laughed at him,
where he stood in their god Dagon's temple with a multitude
and Samson prayed to God and waited for moments
before with enormous power he wrapped his arms around the pillars.
Like a dark mane his hair hanged dense over him
his shoulders, arms and legs strained in regained might,
when marble broke like straw under his assault everyone was scared,
the whole temple did come crushing down in his onslaught
where Samson died with a thankful prayer and a multitude with him,
almost a whole kingdom came to destruction through his hands.
© Gert Strydom
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