King David Danced

And they all fall down,
with their broken Hallelujahs.
Come crashing to Hell,
with hollow hearts and bleeding eyes.
Laughing in judgment
with murderous intentions
and blasphemous word.
But with an artist's spirit,
a soldier's fist,
eyes on Heaven,
and Zion in his right hand.
The man of the people,
God's own.
King David danced
under the sun of Israel,
before his Lord,
with all his might.