The Son of Jesse, King of Israel,
Who learned to trust in God by watching sheep,
Across whose faith the shadow of death fell
When he and Bathsheb's son was put to sleep.
Be angry in your heart, but do not sin.
Lie still upon your bed and wait for God
To judge when to be merciful and when
In righteous judgment to plant child in sod.
Oh, David, did your sin your child take?
Did child's cries at night keep you awake?
Did by his death the LORD fix your mistake?
Oh, LORD, do you know too your child's screams?
Does lama sabachthani now haunt your dreams?
Faith must teach doubt: Death is not what it seems.
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