O my son Absalom!
O Absalom, my son, my son!”
O Absalom
Your father cries at your fall
The wailing of your mother
Was heard in the tents
Her maidens weep as they comfort her.
O Absalom,
Goodly man with way with words
A prince among princes
Shrewd in judgement
Bold as a lion
You were a festival to yourself.
All the maidens of the land
Melt at your sight
They count it a privilege
To lay at your feet.
Your temper was a problem
Vengeance ate you up
Your place was taken away
You took your father’s kingdom
Stole the heart of his people
Lay with his concubines
In public view.
O Absalom!
What was your pride
Was also your downfall
You got hung in the thicket
And the javelin of a brute man
Entered your heart
Ten of them struck you dead
O Absalom
How a prince turned to a laughing stock
Buried as an animal
Your image you made for yourself
Couldn’t do anything to help you
In the day of your fall.
O Absalom!
To every Absalom, watch your heart.
Do not be consumed by your anger
Let not vengeance into your heart
Lest you are destroyed thereby
Do not steal men’s heart to follow your wicked ways.
Do not take away another’s kingdom
Do not defile another’s bed
Lest you fall in the thicket of the woods
Destruction awaits anyone
That goes the way of Absalom.
O Absalom, David’s son.
@ohteehem
7:25am
17/2/17
