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It's Good to be a Child of Abraham
He bargained, Abraham bargained hard and long
On mankind and on fellow man’s behalf,
And God Almighty saw in it no wrong,
Perhaps he even bargained not enough.
He’d bargained with the Lord to kindly spare
Sodom-Gomorrah's sinful men and kin,
Faith’s father was a Master Bargainer
That wished to save the wicked cities twin.
Lo! - Don’t you hear my Lord the people’s cry?,
So many of them cannot understand
And weep and keep on questioning: “Why? why?
All the destruction of the innocent?
And lo! the Lord liked bargaining aright,
And was not cross about it - not a bit,
Found not offensive questioning the plight
Of mortals, but appropriate and fit.
So different from Job, poor man that felt
Abandoned and in helpless misery,
And trembling, dared not ask, perhaps he dealt
With a much different divinity.
No bargain here, no contract or accord,
“Where were you when I made the world,- small wight"?-
So cool a deity poor Job implored
That did not care for bargains to provide.
It’s good to be a child of Abraham,
A man with passion, empathy, and gut,
Who bargained with the Lord for fellowman,
And sat not pitied by weird friends in mud.
It's good to be a child of Abraham,
Who risked with the Almighty a dispute,
Who dared to ask and challenge the I AM,
Inspite of fellowman's ingratitude.
Job did lament his fate, but was not bold,
No words to comfort him - men theorize-
Yet in the end the sufferer was consoled,
He had the PRESENCE and it did suffice.
© Elizabeth Dandy
So different from Job, poor man that felt
Abandoned and in helpless misery,
And trembling, dared not ask, perhaps he dealt
With a much different divinity.
No bargain here, no contract or accord,
“Where were you when I made the world,- small wight"?-
So cool a deity poor Job implored
That did not care for bargains to provide.
It’s good to be a child of Abraham,
A man with passion, empathy, and gut,
Who bargained with the Lord for fellowman,
And sat not pitied by weird friends in mud.
It's good to be a child of Abraham,
Who risked with the Almighty a dispute,
Who dared to ask and challenge the I AM,
Inspite of fellowman's ingratitude.
Job did lament his fate, but was not bold,
No words to comfort him - men theorize-
Yet in the end the sufferer was consoled,
He had the PRESENCE and it did suffice.
© Elizabeth Dandy
