Stone cold floor, washbasin of tears
Bitter stone, floors too familiar
All these years, a flat empty altar
Where she had kneeled, prayed
Pleas echoing in shattered songs
Tight fists battling pain. Barrenness.
Emptiness. Void. Nothing left.
Hannah, Chana, woman of grace
Woman of favor, so deeply loved
And yet, this fate - her childlessness!
A burden unbearable, and Elkanah
A devoted, caring man at last pleading
Declaring his love was surely enough
Yes, yes. It is. But doesn't he know?
Does he not feel and bear this same longing...
For a child. Theirs. To hold. To love.
Woman, why do you weep? A bold voice.
In drunkenness of despair, Hannah did not hear
Again, the old priest Eli asked why she wept
Loudly, as if the temple bore her anguish
God give me a son! Send fruitfulness!
And I will give him back to You...
And deep within, she heard Isaiah's words
Spoken by God not only for Israel, but for her
Sing! You who felt abandoned...Sing!
I will rebuild you, I will rebuild!
On a foundation of sapphires
In miracle days, Hannah's son was born
Samuel. Extraordinary life gift. Born of faith.
