Tag: David

In the cloak of a thousand stars’ past,
There dwelled a boy, David, in roles so vast,
Once a humble shepherd, with psalms in the breeze,
In Bethlehem’s pastures, he sought his peace.

Sheep once his, in emerald fields they slept,
His heart with their memories, in silence wept,
Songs of truth, from his lips they once poured,
The poet of yore, as a king, by God adored.

Echoes of a whispered prophecy from night,
A tale of a crown, a king in hindsight,
As dawn touched the memory of days once bright,
David’s royal past was set alight.

His lyre, silent now, once sang a soothing tune,
Star of destiny dimmed, beneath the waning moon,
Among the ghosts of flocks, in the frost-kissed heath,
David, once a shepherd, mourned a lost wreath.

The vision of a city, once vibrant and strong,
A fortress of memories, where now does it belong?
Jerusalem, the jewel of a past overthrown,
The throne where he’d once, alone, shone.

A Philistine giant, he had felled to the ground,
With a shepherd’s faith, a victory profound,
Not by might, not by power, but by spirit divine,
In the vale of Elah, David’s regret now enshrined.

A crown once his, through trials untold,
In caves and deserts, a king’s tale bold,
With every sorrow, every beat of his heart,
David felt his kingly part depart.

David, the shepherd, gazed into the night,
Where stars retold his story, in their solemn light,
A king he’d been, his … Read the rest

Beneath the light of a thousand stars,
A young lad named David, destined for afar,
A simple shepherd, his psalm on the air,
In Bethlehem’s fields, he cast a watchful stare.

Sheep in his care, in verdant pastures they lay,
His heart swelled with melodies, he let them play,
From his lips spilled songs, truths intertwined,
A poet at heart, in him, a king, God divined.

In the silence of the night, a whisper came,
A prophecy of greatness, a king in name,
Before the dawn, in the glow of the morn,
A royal destiny for David was sworn.

His lyre strummed soft, his voice so soothing,
The star of destiny, in his spirit moving,
Among the flocks, amidst the dew-kissed heath,
David, the shepherd, wore a hidden wreath.

In a vision of a city, strong and bright,
A fortress to endure through darkest night,
Jerusalem, the future’s precious stone,
The destined throne where he’d stand alone.

The Philistine giant, he would bring to his knees,
With a shepherd’s sling, and faith as his keys,
Not by might, not by power, but by spirit divine,
In the valley of Elah, David’s courage would shine.

A crown awaits, but first, trials untold,
Through caves and deserts, the story will unfold,
With every stride, every beat of his heart,
David drew closer to his kingly part.

Young David, the shepherd, gazed into the night,
Where stars wrote his future, in their holy light,
A king he’d become, his reign would prosper,
An … Read the rest