Son of David, may you be a better man than I could ever be.
I pray for forgiveness, because blood is on our hands.
Look at us, the ones who have wronged so much.
Innocence is spread over the face after the fight is lost.
While there was sleep for the few, there was a plot.
They took him and placed him into the hands of men.
Reinforcements should have been called, but a king’s decree said halt.
Weapons were laid on him, but those who supported stepped back.
The woman who loved this soldier had nothing to do with this.
There was weeping and after a while found comfort in trembling arms.
He called himself a soldier of valor, but the odds were against him.
I’m sorry that it was not him who was the target, but what he blocked.
But it was too late, and there was evidence, and he had a sentence of death.
I panicked so I denied what happened, and then I searched for him.
This woman knew me, but after it was done I tried to hide my worse nature.
She spoke to me in a manner I would never forget.
I looked out and saw this woman, and her countenance was such that it shook me.
I knew I should have been in a different location, but the struggle of life was on me.
Now I stand back not to admire my courage, but to confess the wrong I allowed.
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