The seeds of rejection grow
A tree of judgment bears fruit
Absalom’s spirit lives on
Behold the rebel and brute
He is like a lion that’s been aroused
He won’t be swayed or turn away
His wrath will be satisfied
He will see the death of his prey
But behold The Almighty looks down
And observes this act of pride
He takes no pleasure in this
It was not for this that He died
So a curse is ordered and carried out
This rebel will fall by the hand of the Lord
Like Saul he will go to war against foes
Be overcome and fall on his own sword
Valentine's Fall 