The Sweet Psalmist of Israel
Knew diverse emotions so well
A man who was greatly anointed
Was also a man equally afflicted.
This man mirrored a lot of Jesus
And delivered many lessons to us
The man who wore the golden crown
Also wore a crown made of thorns.
A man overthrown by his beloved son
Who was bent- out- to eclipse his sun
Yet, David cried for him when he died
David mourned, his friends went to hide.
This man who was after God’s own heart
Knew how to touch all strings of the hearts
A graduate of the school of depression and ecstasy
Knew how to wield his pen to make it mighty and meaty.
The bones of his bones were bones in his throat
They pricked him here and there, ruffled his coat
At Ziklag he came to a depth of depths
Faced calls for stones to spell his death
But David, encouraged himself, in his God
And rose out of the throes with a word.
Pursue, overtake and recover all
David pursued, overtook and recovered all.
These psalms remain juicy green pastures
They will forever remain, great treasures
O Lord, cause me to come to these rivers
And drink again and again of the living waters.