The promises of God, like distant views,

stretching before our eyes from hilltops climbed,

summon us onward, whilst we look for clues

from ancient ones who lived with God in mind.

Abram God’s blessing heard and moved his tent:

From Canaan came and left to feed his flocks

Was wayward, cheated, listening onward went.

Laughing at promises old Sarah mocks

Yet held the promised son. The story turns

As Abraham is charged to kill the one

The ram redeems. So Isaac grows, discerns

In turn the way, and gives his wife two sons

A cheater chosen last to give us hope:

Wrestling with angels gives us sight of God.


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