Samson was an Israelite and his hair was very long.

The people, all throughout the land, wondered why he was so strong.

Samson married a Philistine, Delilah, pretty and sly;

And the rulers of the Philistines offered her silver if she'd spy.  

 

The Philistine ruler wanted to know why Samson was so mighty and so strong.

So, that night, Delilah begged him in a desperate, anxious, tone.

Samson told her he would lose his strength if he were bound by seven twigs.

So, that night, as Sampson slept, that's just what Delilah did.  

 

The next morning, Samson awoke. He had broken the twigs with ease.

Delilah knew that he had lied and, for this, she was displeased.

So, she begged him, once again, that night and tried to renew her hopes.

Samson told her he would lose his strength if she would bind him with new ropes.  

 

So, Delilah waited until he slept, then bound him good and tight.

But, the very next morning, he had broken loose - like he did the previous night.

Then, he told her he would lose his strength if his hair were in a loom.

So, that night, she weaved his hair, hoping he would meet death soon.  

 

But, the next morning, Samson stood up the loom, still in his hair,

And Delilah was so angry, she couldn't hide her deep despair.

She cried, "Samson, if you love me, then, tell me why you're strong.

Then, Samson said, "If you shave my head, my strength would all be gone."  

 

So, Delilah sent for the Philistines to bring the money and wait, in another room,

While she hired a man to shave his head and waited upon his doom.

When Samson awoke, his strength was gone, and he was frail and weak.

The rulers, then, put out his eyes and led him to grind their wheat.  

 

The Philistines were very pleased they had captured a man this strong.

They held a festival, in the temple, where they worshipped their god, Dagon.

As Samson stood between two pillars, he asked God, one last time,

To give him enough strength to repay the rulers for making him weak and blind.  

 

Then, grasping the two pillars tight, he felt his strength once more.

As the temple collapsed, with one mighty push, thousand lay dead on the floor.

Now, Samson died with the Philistines. But, this was what he'd prayed.

He was a hero, to the Israelites, because of the lives that he had saved.    

 

2007 by Vickie Lambdin Poetry by Vickie Lambdin  

Treasured Thoughts Vickie is a  Heavenly Inspirations   Author. This poem may be used in its entirety, with credits in tact, for non-profit ministering purposes