It’s Saturday night

Of unbridled sorrow,

I crouched in tears

Picked up my pen to tell

God of the story, he had

Known

Of the heaps of burdens

Laid on a child whose adulthood

Met as a teenager.

I know that you know

But there’s an urge to remind

You of the promises you made

To my fathers;

To Abraham, the son of Terah

To Isaac, Abraham’s true heir,

To Jocab, to Jesse, the root of

David

And to Christ the Saviour of the World

@Verama