To "David"
Jonathan loved David as his very soul.
A love straight from the heart of God,
a love so pure and full.
Sweet the love of Jesus, love that makes us whole.
Love that bids us follow, forsaking other goals.
Love that keeps on giving, even after death.
Love that keeps on living, see Mephibosheth,
sitting at the table, along with the king's sons.
As precious as his children are his chosen ones.
The shirt off my back,
anything you lack,
a blanket or a drink,
love that simply does itself and takes no time to think.
David, the beloved, he plays upon the strings.
The Spirit has anointed him, just listen how he sings!
The world can't understand it, regarding it with fear:
So fond with deep affection, but not the least bit queer.
A blessing on my brother with each song that he records,
may his skill be multiplied, the glory is the Lord's.
Disillusioned, hoping I never see him,
This is how it seemed at the time.
Diogenes? Anagram for Go Dienes.
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