Don't Live In Regret

When Absalom died, David held onto regret,
It was the boy he once was, David couldn't forget.
He regretted the past and how it all ended,
I guess he was wishing mistakes had been mended.

It's all fine and well that this is how he, now, felt,
But to those who'd supported him, a cruel blow was dealt.
The soldiers, now, felt bad that they'd let David down,
They held their heads in shame as they crept back to town.

Now David had to rally them, give them support,
Because it was for the King's life that these men had fought.
Now they went back to Israel in victory,
King David, back on his throne, finally felt free.

Book by Tracy A Andrews

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