Christian Poetry: gray but green

 

My strength - a thousand men stabbed
not with the jawbone of a donkey, but a
weapon, powerful - His voice, my voice, the sound.

My skin, not that of an orphan in an exile,
yet, more than twelve months of skin care
routine - my coming before kings and not mere men.

My bones, iron-like, stronger than Olumo,
the heads of serpents, crushed under my
feet - that promise unboxed before my unveiled face.

Now, though my strength be spent, yet, I do
vow to put ten thousand to flight with the
same mighty weapon - His voice, my voice, the sound.

Now, though my skin be wrinkled, yet I do
vow, not ashamed, with courage added to
my skin care - my coming before kings and not mere men.

Now, though my bones be brittle, yet I do
vow to still crush the heads of adder, and
the lions - that promise unboxed before my unveiled face.

So,
I pray, cast me not off in the time of old age
and gray hairs, though my strength be spent,
and my skin be wrinkled and bones be brittle.

Judges 16¹⁵, Esther 2¹², Proverbs 22²⁹, Psalm 91¹³, Deuteronomy 32³⁰, Psalm 71⁹, Psalm 71¹⁸