Infertile Soil Bore Fruit
It was about
25 years that I had work for them
No fruit of
their labor, not a sprout nor stem
For these
years my masters tried but were now very old
Encouraged
by God’s promise, they ploughed to their goal
Ready for
her start since long ago
The lady
gave up at 90 and asked that I’d bestow
Infant boy
on the master that he might get an heir
Lady was
always kind to me and the prospect was debonair
Effectively
I would become like the lady of the house
Surrogating
this child for her would mean bedding her spouse
Once I
became pregnant there was much unrest
I
disrespected the lady and she and her husband were distressed
Living there
seemed unbearable and like my name “Hagar” I took flight
By the time
they would have noticed it would have been night
Out in the
desert alone and tired I heard my name
Return to
your master’s and the boy was to be called Ishmael when he came
Even though
there was still some stress I was more resolved
For me God
cared and all my concerns were solved
Rudeness no
more and then to everyone’s surprise
Unlikely
centenarian bore a son, Sarah and Abraham glowed in their eyes
Isaac he was
called and God’s promise was fulfilled
They had
their heir, born of them and their paternity thrilled
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