David’s Calling

Half-forgotten in the fields, I watch sheep
Be sheep, my brothers doing God knows what,
I see no lions but try not to sleep,
Or shrivel up, this afternoon’s so hot.
A strange summons, some priest wants to inspect
All my father’s sons, even this small runt,
I wash my face and look with some respect,
At whatever shall prove that odd man’s hunt.
Old priest, eyes still sharp, rising towards me,
Then pouring an oil, a king’s anointing
On the youngest son, this I cannot flee,
Though brothers splutter at this appointing.
I did not seek but God now calls me in,
To reign for Him; another life begin.

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