Meditation

There was a blameless man named Job.
You struck all but his life.
How much more am I like David,
who sinned, deserved to die.

Instead you made him run away
for life from all he loved,
but in running, his life preserved,
delivering him from blood.

The one who holds my faith has power
to keep me to the end,
yet grants His power to one who seeks
to break a faith that bends.

Two kings go out to war each day
in my own heart each day.
Oft I choose the king not yet slain
instead of slain, now praised.

You grieve with those you call your own,
and yet you grieve them still.
How is it that the heart of God
holds seeming plural wills?

Why did the maker of the worlds
choose Judas who would hang?
Or David cry when Absalom
his wicked son was slain?

The matter is above my mind.
I cannot comprehend.
Oh God please clasp my faint desire.
My heart, oh God, please win.