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. And still you loved, Unbittered by your fate. You died when he became a king, To your last breath you gave. He gained a land, he gained a throne, You only gained a grave. Do you regret it, Jonathan? Or have you found instead God has a way of giving back The things we count as dead?
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!!
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!