(When I Looked Upon) King David
(I have seen a great reunion.)
I will not go into my house or fall upon my bed. I will not give me unto rest or eateth any bread until I find my Mercy in a land of rivers red; a land with seaside foamed by faith of those who for him bled.
My name is but a shame to bear so of it I have shed. I'm headed east to Bethlehem with none but horse and thread. Many a time I have explained a land of rivers red; a land with seaside foamed by faith of those who for love bled. Hear me.
I have no need for company so of it I have fled; I left my horse in Lebanon into a poor girl's hands. Sometimes I think I see her there with hair like rivers red and little mind untroubled by the thoughts of those she'll wed. Find me.
"Unto the feet of Bethlehem," my Peter once had said, "will angels fall as autumn leaves and wither in their stead." "And only one," sang Solomon whose lips like cattle bled, "and only one may rise again to make thy bridal bed." Touch me.