How long will you mourn,
Mourn for the rejected?
Go to Jesse’s son—
The one whom I’ve elected.
But how can I go
Without being killed?
Take a heifer, anoint the chosen
And you, I will yield.
In peace, Samuel went
To Jesse and his sons,
The first that he saw
Was not the chosen one.
Do not consider his appearance,
Though it’s much easier to do—
I look at his heart
So, also . . .should you.
Jesse called a few more sons
But Samuel knew there must be another
Are these the only sons you have
Or is there a brother?
Jesse said the youngest
Was still tending to the herd
Call for him,
Samuel quickly inferred
David came swiftly—
A handsome and ruddy son
Rise and anoint him;
He is the one
Samuel stood and anointed David
And it was in that hour
That the Spirit of the Lord
Overcame him with power.
