Half-handed Cloud - Considered It A Loan

Certain man son of the prophets said, “Hit me in the face.”
He didn't hit me...
Lion came to the school of the prophets and ate-up every trace of the one who wouldn't hit me

Certain man son of the prophets said, “Hit me in the face.”
And he struck me...
Waited by the road in disguise with a bandage over my eyes
And the king got mad at me, “You shouldn't have let your captive go.” “So be your judgment!”

Ben-hadad, king of Syria, sieged
Samaria to pick a fight with me
He laid claim to all the things I own
I gave in, considered it a loan

I wasn't by myself
The Lord our God was with me
He said He'd give me the victory

Ben in armor, eager just to boast
Getting drunk at the commanding post
Defeated more than once by little goats
But I still let the king of Syria go

And make a treaty with me
I've called my sin “my brother”
He'll give my kingdom to another
Oh no!