Oh God of Abraham (who trusted you)
we’ve seen you act to help him rectify
his family caught, enslaved, delivered to
some enemies. Please now do help us die
to our own comforts (as our guiding lights)
and ease the weather for your kids to shine
your attitude towards the folk in plights
beside them in that country all the time…
and give the spirit of your child to them.
A child who trusts implicitly his Dad,
and lives the fam’ly values from tree-stem
out to the branch where he can rightly add
expressions that are tailored for that time
and place within your world where they have lived,
to show the fam’ly thriving as aligned
to root of fam’ly tree of life as sieved
out to the world now through this avenue
of your fam’ly, with motives of its source
and start, as at its heart - the heart of you,
once broken by our failures and the course
we’ve taken as we walked away from you,
and fell asleep, or died (which-ever one),
our flesh now has not strength enough to do
the things impossible that are not fun.
We need a way to team up yet again,
with that creative love that thought and made
a world for children to grow up, be sent
to waft the fam’ly scent within its shade.
