David Waits

All alone with myself and You--
nothing but darkness in these caves--
what is there to do in these long hours?


compose songs...


cry out...


remember...


I remember the anointing.
You were there.
You told Samuel to dip his thumb in oil
and wipe my head.
I touched it.
I felt it.
I knew it.

You are not a God of broken promises.

Was I ready to take the lead?
No.
But why running?
Why does this man pursue me?
Why is he stronger, faster, more cunning?
Why? You have rejected him.
Haven't you?
I know I cannot touch him.
I cannot harm him--the Lord's anointed.

But am I not the anointed too?

I remember the smell of the giant's blood,
and how easily his head yielded to my sword.
I could touch him because he defied you
and your people.
Not Saul.
Not this man here
beside me
unwittingly giving himself into my hands.

My men do not understand.
I do not understand.
I am blind.
Everything is upside down.
Still I cannot move.

So I wait.
I wait.
I wait.
I wait for you to move.

Move swiftly LORD!
You do not change.
You have not changed:
You must be here still.
You must still be fighting for me.
Remind me again of your promise
that you are my advocate now and always.