The Chief Musician - Poem by ArmourQuill Hunter
My Quill is inditing such a good matter,
Of all “excellent treasures” I made for the King.
My tongue is the majestic ever-ready “Rainbow pen.”
Grace is poured into my lips, making me fairer in face.
His marvelous golden-grace flows richly through me.
My side is girded with his valiant sword from on high…
O most Mighty; ride with your glory and great majesty.
Release your heavenly life-giving river-flow of truth.
Great meekness and righteousness is within your right hand.
You are my lordly Mentor of Wisdom’s “compass of light.”
All my arrows are profoundly sharp against your enemies.
Thy throne, oh God, is for ever and ever, thy scepter sure…
You love righteousness, hating wickedness; Physician’s cure-.
And I need you; Healer of all that’s hate, for my chosen fate.
Now you have anointed me above my fellows with great joy.
My garments are myrrh, aloes and cassia, out of ivory palaces.
Your daughters are close beside me; thy most honorable women.
Even, upon your right hand, the grandest fair queen of Ophir.
All the great merchants shall come and entreat my favor.
You have made my garments of needlework and rarest gold.
The gentle virgins of beauty, who follow you, will follow me.
Humbly I bow surrendering all; “I will make your name great! ”
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