Then you are a child of God,
Thus like Him, though formed of the sod,
Reborn by His passion and blood,
You’re made in His semblance, and saved from your sin.
You bear, then, His image, His seed:
The Word He has given to heed.
Adopted as children, indeed,
The Spirit indwelling to make us His kin.
And He as the father-hood mold,
All human relations, behold,
Reflect but the model He told,
Analogous meant to reflect us to Him.
So break illegitimate ties,
The world, they our Father despise,
Not sold to their sin or their vise,
But joined to the church, the bride He defends.
And you both know God and have seen,
Made holy as He’s always been,
Not guilty, or lawless, but clean,
Beholding that love, and named after Him.
We’re conquered by the Lord of Love,
So do not dare take part,
In idols in your heart.
And never serve another God,
That what you make and see,
Bring glory to our king.
No image that leads us to sin,
Let everything point us to Him.
And seek to serve His covenant,
Though we are full perverse,
His favor undeserved.
Then in His church your Sabbaths spent,
To praise His holy name,
Who took away our shame.
His law the treasure of our heart,
His statutes fullest joy impart.
Our fields will bloom with harvest feasts,
With rain in proper place,
And hunger all erased.
And He will drive out wicked beasts,
And silence all our fear,
No enemies appear,
So in His power we will go,
And five will chase a hundred foes.
He’ll multiply the righteous womb,
With many children blessed,
The Spirit in their breath.
And He will come – the Coming Groom,
To make His home with us,
For He has made us just.
Released from fleshly, hellish bonds,
At liberty to serve our God!
It was her test, her Rubicon,
Her constitution put to test.
Her dwelling then was Sidon,
Her dearest daughter was possessed.
And so she sought and found the Lord,
And after Him she cried and called,
“But save my daughter, speak the word!”
But He won’t answer, not at all.
And His disciples urged Him them,
To make her stop her noise and leave.
He turned to her, with words thus grim,
“But I was sent to Israel’s sheep.”
“For is it right to take men’s bread,
“And feed it to the little dogs?”
This ethnic slur thus scorning said,
As if with words He seeks to flog.
Could any answer such a quip?
His followers or scribes, perhaps?
Ah! none but her! With trembling lip,
“But dogs may even eat the scraps.”
It was her test, and it was done.
But the disciples now were taught.
Thus was her humble plea first shunned,
To show them how to act towards God.
Would we then have humility,
To plead with love and empathy?
Or else assume, unworthily,
And thus ignore the Gentile’s plea?