Away, way back in the pages of the Bible
you can read a certain story ‘bout a man who’s more than liable
to trust a pretty woman just because her figure’s hot
as she whispers in his ear and hugs his superhero bod.
Samson was his name, and he was gifted with great strength.
So God sat down beside him and explained this at great length,
“The key to staying muscle bound is locked in being smart.
So keep what I am telling you safe within your heart.
Don’t even think of cutting that long mane upon your head.
This is a sign you’ll follow me and not rebel instead.
Just lock your lips and never tell this secret of your strength.
It may be fun to let it go, but wise to use restraint.
Remember, Sam, you hold the key to keeping what you’ve got.
Loose lips will only lead to loss, a little and a lot!”
“I’ve got it, Sir. I’ll do ya proud! Don’t worry and don’t fret.
I’ll never tell. No one alive can rip off our secret!”
So off Sam went to do the things young fellers like to do.
He went to find some friends to chat and drink a little brew.
It started off low key enough, yes all was going well,
until he heard the jangling song of jewelry bobs and bells.
One look in the direction of those pretty little clinks
and Samson’s eyes popped from his head. The guy was quickly jinxed.
She smelled like flowers, spice and oils that only rich folk wear
as breezes ruffled through the locks of sweet Delilah’s hair.
She snuggled up beside her prey and curled her arms around
his broadened shoulders, famous now for lifting countless pounds.
Her sparkling eyes and honeyed breath turned Samson into slush,
and when her fingers combed his locks he started talking mush.
“Oh, dear Delilah, what I’d give to keep you by my side!
Just name your wish, and you will see, you’ll never be denied!”
“Why, Samson, you big handsome thang, you know what you can do!
Just tell me why you are so strong, and I’ll love only you!”
“God did it, girl, and that’s the truth. He made me strong and mean.
Now come and give your man a kiss! Time’s wastin’ can’t you see!”
So with a swish of dancing skirts and lashes all a flutter,
Delilah sashayed round the lug as smooth as peanut butter.
Her whirly ways and flirty gaze once more made Sam see double,
but ‘fore he knew it, he was headed straight for double trouble.
She poured another round of ale and brought it to his lips,
and sip he did midst spinning sights of dancing, twirling hips.
“Now tell me, hunk,…” was all he heard before his lights went out,
and next he knew he was comin’ to, bald as Yul Brynner’s scalp.
Loose lips unlocked to tell the tale of locks that lent his strength.
Let luscious ladies lope along, and brawny brains take breaks.
Ole Sam took leave of sense and soul and next thing this guy heard…
the clink of coins in Lilah’s palm as goons gave Sam a tour.
It ended in a prison cell. Then oafs from her hometown
got quite a charge outta Sam’s demise, outta bringin’ a hero down.
Though too late smart and too soon old, our Sam soon figured out
what God had said was mighty wise,…knew what he’s talkin’ about.
I know if Sam could be here now, he’d tell all you young men.
Be smart, obey, and honor God, and keep what you’ve been given!
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