Like David

Bless this man, Lord

This Davidic worshiping warrior

This brother, my comrade in arms

Touch him and soothe him

Carry him through his valley of trial

Pour more Davidic oil on his head

Bring him leaping in joy

Dancing into his promised fruitfulness

Lift his head, Lord

From this dungeon, to Pharoah's right hand

From this prison we are in

To his very own land of plenty

Though at his time he wonders at the carnage

But restore, Lord, double for his shame

You have promised it!!

You have written it in your word

That you would bring beauty for ashes

You have declared from your lips

That mourning would give way to joy

You are faithful, you never fall short

So I trust you to be true to your word

He'll be blessed in the country and city

He'll be blessed in the fruit of the womb

May he dance like David in great freedom

I know you are pleased with his love

He longs to dwell close in your presence

Drinking of you in your courts

Pull him close, Lord, ever closer

Lift him, draw him higher

Show him your glory in the temple

Send a seraphim to purge his lips

Raise him up in your image

And launch him against the giants

May others follow close in this train

To terrify and obliterate the enemy

And usher in your Kingdom

And establish forever your throne

In Jerusalem, The City of David

-Stephen Pursell, original 9/2/03, revised 1/14/15, written for Mike Suarez, a friend in prison