The Kings Troubles

The king became sick
The prophet said,
"you are surely about to die, O King!"
The king turned his face to the wall
And wept like a child
Later the King said,
"it seems it was good for me to go
through all these troubles.
You never let me tumble over the edge into nothing."

Each heart gropes in the shadows
Along the path to loves union
Made soft by the beatings it recieves
In the search for love
The battered heart is prepared for home

Everything on the hearts journey must be stripped away
What was a gift
Became addiction
What was devotion
Became idolatry
What was once a humble ear
Became a lie
And all the Kings troubles led him home