I have sinned. Greatly. I am not worthy to be called king. I am not worthy to stand in this throne.
I killed somebody. I took away somebody’s life by making him fight in the front lines, by positioning him in the most dangerous location of all.
All because I was enamoured. All because I was enraptured. All because —
All because of her. Bathsheba.
But I love her. I do.
My lord, my king — how we have fallen. I knew I should have taken those cleansing rites somewhere else. I knew I should have said no when your messengers sent for me. I knew I should have told you that you couldn’t have me, that I loved and respected my husband too much to commit such a despicable act.
But what’s done is done. There’s nothing I can do to change what was.
I must face the consequences of my own actions.
I must learn to be responsible for the choices that I — yes I — have made.
She was such an unusual beauty. She was such a marvellous creature. And she was bathing in broad daylight for me to see. I was idle. I was tempted.
I gave in.
And then she sent me the message. “I’m with child,” she said.
I tried to patch things up. I asked her husband to go home. I even encouraged him to sleep with her. But he didn’t. “How could I when my comrades are camping out in tents and in the open fields?” he exclaimed.
I was left with no choice. I had to.
You should know it broke my heart, hearing how my husband died. I somehow knew you were behind it. I did love him. I loved him very much.
You took him away from me. You took my pride away, too, together with my dignity —
You — Oh, how is it that even though you are a murderer and an adulterer, I respect you, honour you and even — gasp —
I know what I did displeased God. I know what I did has brought a curse upon my home.
But I know His grace is unending. I know His forgiveness is encompassing. His love —
Oh, I am not worthy to receive His love.
Oh, but create in me a clean heart, O God. Renew a loyal spirit in me.*
I must go to her. I must give her my comfort. I must tell her that she is forgiven, too.
I understand that God washes us of our guilt, that He cleanses us from our sins. I understand that even though we have fallen to the deep end, He has already restored to us the joy of our salvation.*
My king, I am yours. God has forgiven me, so I choose to forgive you.
And I — I forgive myself, too.
Based on 2 Samuel 11&12, mixed in with New Testement concepts on forgiveness
* From Psalm 51, David’s Psalm after he had committed adultery with Bathsheba