Poetry

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God promised to your father, Abraham, a miraculously born child
It was not of you though, that promise, for you were born to be wild

Born of a Bond Woman, a barren wife’s command
Banished to the desert, again at her demand
Your mother wept, awaiting the deserts curse
God’s love was a well that satisfied your thirst

An Angel of the Lord foretold to your mother
Your seed would multiply, at enmity with your brother
Do you still rage over the injustice of your exile?
Do you hate your brother, The Promised Child?

Ishmael, will fighting win the legitimacy you crave?
Is justice waiting in a murderer’s early grave?
Will bombs establish Covenant with God the Father?
After the destruction, still the Covenant imposter?

Cannot be won by the most suicidal warrior
Cannot be gained by the most brutal horror
Can be possessed regardless of birth or race
Freely conferred, God’s justice by grace
New Covenant, not signed by circumcision
Legitimacy by adoption, final redemption
New Covenant's seal, blood sacrifice on a cross
Ishmael, our battles have all been fought.

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