Destiny's Price: The Trials Of The Anointed Poem by oio ZIGA

The call of kings, the weight of fate,
A path once paved, yet fraught with hate.
A shepherd's hands, so young, so bold,
Would grasp a throne, as prophets told.

Yet destiny comes with a price so steep,
A cost in wounds, in nights of weep.
Not given free, nor seized with ease,
But earned through trials, through fire and pleas.

The Lion and the Bear

The boy who watched his father's sheep,
Who stood while others ran to weep,
Would chase the beast, defy the claw,
And strike with hands untrained by war.

For who can rule if fear prevails?
Who claims a crown when courage fails?
Before the world could know his name,
He fought alone, unseen, untamed.

The Giant's Fall

A valley calls, a giant stands,
A nation trembling in his hands.
Yet not with sword nor armored might,
Did David step into the fight.

A sling, a stone, a whispered prayer,
The faith to walk where none would dare.
One strike, one fall, the earth did quake,
For destiny, a stand must take.

The Wrath of Kings

But thrones are bought with blood and chase,
With years of exile, loss, disgrace.
The spear was thrown, the hunter came,
Yet David fled, yet bore no blame.

Caves for chambers, dust for bread,
The man anointed, left for dead.
Yet even then, his blade stayed pure,
For patient hands make reigns endure.

The Cost, The Crown, The Call Fulfilled

Through shadowed nights and weary days,
Through battles fought in Yahweh's ways,
The price was paid, the trials passed,
And David reigned—a king at last.

For destiny is not a gift,
But burdened steps through storms adrift.
And those who rise must stand, must bleed,
For crowns are won by those who heed.

So let the chosen, bold and true,
Endure the fire that shapes the few.
For Yahweh lifts, through pain and loss,
The ones who pay their destiny's cost.