You were born with travail, after a mighty struggle

Born into a world that wept how it cared

From hurt now you have a place where to snuggle

Where the winner was, the one now who dared

That you were born, to some, is a claim that’s absurd

In fact, you said, The birth-right that’s yours

In the chamber united the decree was heard

Establish your place, in reach of death’s jaws

This is your home, and the word is your deed

Your family have always lived in this house

You tended your gardens, planted your seed

Then blossoming forth using your nouse

A catastrophe, yet muttered, Herod sought to slay

Some who gave creed to all that they heed

Despite all the odds clambering to outweigh

The Lion of Judah rode in on his steed

Shalom is the word, salaam and peace

Peace in our time is uttered anew

But scarce do they know, and bring to a cease

The honk of the geese, the warning is true

Your neighbour glares, and envies your home

From their tent, a palace of grand opulence

Perhaps he thought you’d forever roam

Never to outshine his temporal elegance

Yet as you are looked upon from above

Your father will sigh, and weep just a tear

His spirit came in the shape of a dove

His word paved your way, removing all fear

Yes, he won’t want you, making a sigh                           

You call him Adonai, he who controls all things               

Rest in him, your redemption is nigh                               

The Sword of his Word bears like Eagle’s wings

“And he said unto him, I am the Lord that

brought the out of Ur of the Chaldees, to give

thee this land to inherit it.” (Genesis 15:7)