The child grew Who could not tell Your voice from that of a failed father Who was nonetheless father true To the boy given up by faithful mother Who was the beloved bereft Of filled stomach or womb Who drew the bait of hatred From her shiny, rocky oppressor Who nonetheless produced from seed Shared without favor from a donor Who longed to be consolation Enough to fill in spite of her desire her Who poured wine from a cracked heart So it seemed to a watcher, unintelligible Who wished her to abstain Until explained and then he changed Who wished her peace and filling That shortly did occur for her Who waited long, then waited short And gave him back Who was to be reluctant To share what grievous words with him Who was struck yet rested blind Content with white eyes to let You see right Who let no words fall to the dirt Of the prophet led step by step Who anointed two kings he did not want One You allowed and one You chose Who had a heart filled with glory Though a failure still faithful like him Who advised the humble listening He modeled for the boy Who grew And did what You told him to
