How could you do it, Jonathan, You heir to Israel’s throne? How could you, even for his sake, Renounce what was your own? You saw your hopes and dreams collapse, Killed by your dearest friend, You were accomplice to the act, You strengthened his hand. You knew the girls had sung his praise, You bore your father’s hate Because of him.
I'm exactly in that stage (again) of watching someone get what I thought would rightfully be mine, and your first paragraph hits hard. Thanks for challenging me!
beautiful!!
Thank you, Ella!
I'm exactly in that stage (again) of watching someone get what I thought would rightfully be mine, and your first paragraph hits hard. Thanks for challenging me!
Oh, you're welcome, Marlene. I'm so sorry you have to go through that--and the "again" makes it all the worse, I know. Hold hard, friend.