She wept in prayer,
to God
for the missing joy, the
unmet promise,
the longing she had
within her,
the ridicule she
faced, too much to bear
for the Lord had
closed her womb,
and the one he didn’t
love, bore him heirs
She prayed for that
gift, for the joy
of bearing a son, for
him, for her
a son who would be
set apart,
belonging to God all the
days of his life
A son she bore, and
he would be the one
the one chosen by
God, chosen to be the
anointer of the
kings, the ones who would
rule the chosen
people, setting the course
for the people, under
human masters
as they pled for,
asking for a king.
A monarchy, not a
theocracy, would come
from the hand of the
son she asked for
the son asked for of
God, Samuel
the one who would
anoint their kings
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edited June 25, 2014
Hannah’s Prayer – v2
November 19, 2006 21:24
Hannah’s Prayer
1 Samuel 1:4-20
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