Samson represents anyone who has strayed from the right (as read in the first poem). His friend then writes his response, reminding Samson of the price he paid for his freedom and urging him to return back home.
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Dear Samson:
You’ve been avoiding me, and I’m still trying to figure out why…
I called you out and separated you from the others that passed by…
You caught my attention and I decided to make you my friend…
I shared my possessions with you, and your life I tried to amend…
Even when you couldn’t trace your steps, I led you to safety…
You weren’t perfect, but then I did all I could to make sure you were free…
But at a point you strayed…
Like a sheep without a shepherd, you went your own way…
All you wanted was your definition of freedom, the kind that comes with pleasures…
You wanted all there was to life, its gold, silver, and earthly treasures…
I offered you so much more than just momentary fun…
All you needed was patience, but you’re so stubborn…
Now you’re stuck in a mud and can’t come out…
You’ve been identified as a thief, now they want to take you out…
You are scared, running and hiding from your accuser’s wrath…
You’ll be burnt at the stake without mercy if you’re caught…
Yes, you’re guilty, yes you deserve it…
Even though you try to deny it, we both know you truly did it…
But that’s where I come in, a friend indeed…
I stepped in and took your place, to help a friend in need…
You watched as they tore my clothes to pieces…
Crushed my head with stones, stripped me naked, and left me with bruises…
The shame and pain I felt as blood rushed from my head…
All because of my love for you, I died in your stead…
Where were your friends, heroine Delilah, greed, and the others you had on your phone…
They’re nowhere to be found, they all ran and left you on your own…
I stood before you, professing my love without borders, unconditional, without end…
Greater love has no man that this, a friend lay down his life for his friend…
Now you can walk freely with new clothes…
Where are your accusers, they’ve turned back to their homes…
To them, the traitor has been terminated…
But where your sin abounds, my grace remains sufficient…
Dad awaits, I tore the veil so you can go boldly through the door…
Neither do I condemn you, be on your way, go and sin no more…
Remember on this day, as the world celebrates Love…
As your hair begins to grow, and your problems are being solved…
Greater Love has no man than this, as written by your brother John…
That a friend lays down His life, and gives eternal life in return…
Your Friend,
Dead, Buried, and Risen and waiting your return.
