When You Thought You Lost (A Poem)
When you’ve risked all to keep your treasured gift, Because you dared to believe your godly intuition over the deadly royal threat, Because you heard the voice of a prince in the cries of a babe, over and above the loud voice of fear; Only to have to give it up for it could no longer be hidden. Only to lay it down and walk away, But not before you wrapped it up and sealed it in, Not before you secured it and armed it against the crocs and serpents of the Nile. Jacobeth, when you thought you’ve lost, you gained it back again. You lost a baby boy and gained a prince, Lost a son to gain a deliverer. When you’ve endured the insults and provocation, Fought back but lost to tears each time because they had many and you had none. When you lost your will to fight with man you took up your battle with God, And won through a vow. Your sword a voiceless prayer, Your shield a broken spirit, Your crown, a son. But your victory was short lived for by your vow you had to live,