A spoken-word poem based on 1 Samuel 2
by Aaron Ochart
My heart lifts up my Lord and God YHWH,
The God who is exalted exults me in my strength.
With my mouth, I deride those who have become my enemy,
Because they have been defeated,
I have been given victory.
YHWH is the onliest,
The foundation for the loneliest.
Shut up your proud mouth,
With that arrogance do not speak.
YHWH is the God of knowledge
And your actions prove you weak.
He breaks the bows of those
Who in blindness think that they are strong;
While he gives new life to feeble ones
Gives them the strength
To live and carry on.
The ones who only trusted in themselves
Now must sell
Their work for daily bread;
While the ones who used to beg and plead,
Now they have more than enough,
Engorged upon a table spread.
The one who pines,
And weeps with empty womb,
She is now surrounded by children;
While the one who bragged of many sons,
Her life is like an empty tomb.
YHWH, my God, He is the one
Who orders birth and blade,
Only He can lift to paradise
Or leave in the mass grave
YHWH is the only one who ordains both rich and poor,
He lifts up high and brings down low
He settles every score.
YHWH sifts through the dust and the ashes,
He finds the poor and the cashless,
The human-life car-crashes,
The ones who others passes;
And he lifts them high to sit with kings,
to sit above the masses.
YHWH lays the foundation of the world,
Fixes sky, and stars, and sun,
The heavens are His handiwork, He numbers every one;
He put the heavens in their place,
Sets the pathways and the face
Of the moon and seasons,
He knows every reason
You better be believin’
Or you surely will be grievin’.
The feet of the faithful,
He guards with watchful eye;
But the wicked ones,
The despicable ones,
Will be cut off and despised,
Cast out into utter darkness,
Friendless and alone,
They will wish, too late, they had honored Him,
The YHWH of Hosts upon the throne.
It is not through strength of hand,
Or our plans,
That we stand
In glorious victory,
But only in the Hand
Of the righteous Lion/Lamb
That we can ever be set free.
YHWH! Will shatter His advisories
Or the seas,
Prevail against all enemies,
And bring them to their knees.
YHWH! The true God of thunder
Will greatly pull asunder
All those who crush those under
YHWH! Will judge young and old
Test the meek and the bold,
His power to behold!
Through His righteous King of old,
The Anointed One exalted
All other power halted,
He who cares for those assaulted,
Those who were brought low
He will grow
and the glow
Of His light will shine
On all of those below.