This is the story of prayer kings and the cost of

disobedience.

In 1 Samuel, God raises the humble, rejects the proud, and

begins the rise of David.

In Maron prayer she bowed her head and poured her sorrow

out.

A child was given, set apart to hear the holy sound.

Then in the night the Lord called out Where

silence filled the room And Samuel stood to bear the word

While judgment slowly moved In the

night, in the night Came the voice that men ignore Not

by strength, not by height Does the Lord his kingdom order?

Crowns may rise, crowns may fall Still his word

outlives them all

The ark was lost, the glory fled And Israel shook with

fear They begged for one to wear a crown To lead

them with a spear So Saul stood tall before them all

Anointed for the throne But pride and fear undid the man

Who would not yield control Give us a king, give us

a sword Give us a name, the nations fear But the

Lord sees deeper than the eyes And the Lord was listening

near Crowns may rise, crowns may fall Still His word

outlives them all

Then

David stood in quiet fields And oil ran down his head

A shepherd chosen far from courts While Saul was filled

with dread A giant fell, the songs went up And envy

lit the flame Through court and cave Saul chased the one

Who would not seize his name I will not strike

the anointed king I will not take by force. Let the

Lord decide the crown, let him set the course. Though I

am hunted through the wild, lo, the throne is near. I

will wait for what he gives, I will walk in fear.

At Endor in the dark of night, Saul searched for what

he lost. Then Gilboa took the crown away and showed the

kingdom's cost. Jonathan fell and Saul fell too beneath the

morning sky.

But God had moved through all of it and would not

be denied.

In the night, in the night, came the voice that men

ignore. Not by strength, not by height. Does the Lord his

kingdom order? Crowns may rise. Crowns may fall.

Spears may break and armies scatter.

God exalts the lowly still and his choosing is the matter.

From Hannah's prayer to David's rise.

The Lord was riding flame through stone.

He tears down pride. He lifts the meek.

And the kingdom is his alone.