My Name Is Manasseh...
Many tales have been scribed about me...
To the Faithful, Whose Hearts Ever Lean Towards the Light,
As I pen these words, I, Manasseh, former King of Judah, reflect upon the years of my reign, submerged in an abyss of moral decay and spiritual blindness. From the youthful age of twelve, when I was thrust upon the throne, my name became synonymous with wickedness and defiance against the God of our fathers, overshadowing the lands from 695 BC to 642 BC with malevolence and idolatry.
Many tales have been scribed about me, about how I built altars for Baal, worshipped the host of heaven, and erected idols within God’s sacred Temple, contaminating the sanctity of a place once so intimately entwined with His presence (2 Kings 21:3-5). My hands, once creators of blasphemous altars and agents of bloodshed are now aged and burdened with the weight of unspoken confessions.