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I am the lowest of low.
Consecrated as a Nazarite from birth, I was born to save my people.
Instead I have defiled myself by consorting with gentile women and drinking wine.
Taking the gifts given to me to take what I wanted instead of serving my people.
And for lust, I sealed my fate and gave away the kingdom for one night of bliss.
My arrogance has delivered me to the Philistines, and they have made me their dog.
Bound with chains of my own undoing, I am a slave to my sin.
And though I have been blinded, I have seen the errors of my way.
And through suffering I have seen the light, and am ready to fulfill my legacy.
Give me the strength to topple this temple of wickedness that I have built for myself.
Grant me this request, and in your name I shall take with me a thousand Philistine heads.
And in my passing, grant me redemption from the hubris of my ways.
Use me one final time, and grant me peace.
In your name I pray.
© 2017 Augustine A Zavala