The people begged God, a king to send,
The Judges' time was at an end.
Though power lay within young Saul,
His only strength went to a fall.

And so, the prophet Samuel went
Across the land to Jesse's tent.
And there, drawn in from tending sheep
Was David told he would be King.

He fought the giant, with sling and stone.
Among Phillistines, he soon was known
As bringer of death, and filled with brawn,
Whose mighty men could not be drawn.

Yet peace would not this great man bring,
For jealous still was Saul the king.
He rode with men to slay the boy,
But futile was this desperate cry.

But mercy, still, did David show,
And twice he spared his mortal foe.
Till facing defeat, the wicked Saul
Did slay himself, and end the brawl.

The first of many kingships owned,
Sweet David sat upon his throne.
For fair of skin and deft of might,
None stood against his blinding light.

Great songs were sung, great dances danced,
King David's deeds were lauded hence.
All nations 'round, they fell apart,
Before the man from God's own heart.

Yet lasting glory would not be
For this wise man to claim, for he
Was a precept for one greater still:
A son of man, of stalwart will.

A thousand years would pass before
This second man would then appear.
His throne would then forever be
Upon the branches of a tree.