Promise

Hagar! Hagar! Eyes so filled with tearsHave missed the living water at your hand.Can you not know that, untouched by your tears,God's love supplies your son? For where he isThe Father hears the child. This very landWhose barrenness you mourn holds for his cupA well of blessedness. A higher goodThan all your mothering can bring is his.Take then his waiting hand and lift him up.For hear this word: the power that meets this needWill in your son bring forth a mighty seed.

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