Samson was a big, strong man,A big, strong man was he. He killed a lion with his hands Like one would squash a flea. With but a donkey’s jawbone He whacked a thousand men And iced yet even more When foes set fire to kin. He trapped three hundred foxes And set their tails ablaze And though men gouged his eyes out Their temple Samson razed.
But Samson was a small, weak man, A small, weak man was he. Just one hot-bodied damsel Could squash him like a flea. A rendezvous of passions Would make his manhood rise While limp his soul would plummet Betwixt her willing thighs. That chink in Samson’s armor, Of hips and lips and breast, Is a hole through which the blade Has pierced the church’s best.
Samson was a strong, weak man, A strong, weak man was he, But erect betwixt two pillars This blind man came to see.
This poem, along with many others, is included in my recently published book, The Infant Priest: Hymns and Poems. This poetry gives voice to the triumphs and tragedies of life in a broken world. Whether you weep, rejoice, struggle, or hope, through these hymns and poems you can speak to God with honesty and fidelity. By buying a copy, you will also aid mission work, for 25% of the proceeds from book sales go to benefit Lutherans in Africa. Click here to purchase your copy. Thanks!