Powerful

Born to a mother who prayed in the night

An angel foretold he would rise in might

Nazirite promise, no wine, no blade

Set apart for the Lord, his fate was made

From youth he roamed through Philistine lands

Strength like a river flowed through his hands

He tore a lion with nothing but will

A whisper of warning he could not still

Samson, mighty hand of God

Breaking chains, lifting gates abroad

But love and pride led him astray

Till grace returned in his final day

Riddles of honey, wagers of pride

A wedding turned sorrow, his bride denied

He burned the fields with foxes and flame

Vengeance and anger became his name

Then came Delilah with soft deceit

She begged for the secret, he fell at her feet

His hair was shorn, his eyes grew dark

In prison he turned to the Lord of the Ark

Samson, mighty hand of God

Breaking chains, lifting gates abroad

But love and pride led him astray

Till grace returned in his final day

In Dagon’s temple, the crowd stood tall

Mocking the man who once made them fall

He prayed, “O Lord, just once again”

And pulled the pillars with all his pain

The timbers groaned, the roof gave way

He gave his life but won the day

Though flawed and broken, his faith was true

God’s plan fulfilled in all he knew

Samson, mighty hand of God

Breaking chains, lifting gates abroad

Redemption found in sacrifice

His story told through power and price

Samson, remembered for strength and strife

A caution, a hero, a fleeting life

Through triumph and tragedy, his tale remains

A song of mercy through joy and pain