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To
Sarah, who laughed
By
Sara Wartes
I
don't blame you for laughing.
I'd
have laughed too.
Three
strangers came to Abraham
And
casually discussed the birth of your child.
The
child you had longed for
All
those barren years.
When
your body was yielding and ripe,
Ready
at a moment
To
spring to the task of childbearing.
There
were tears then ...
Of
frustration,
And
disappointment,
And
failure.
After
all those years of sorrow
You
stood listening behind the tent flap
With
all your hopes and dreams
As
dry and wrinkled as your body,
And
all you could do was laugh.
I'd
have laughed too.
But,
Sarah, don't you see?
All
that time when Abraham
Was
having visions and making covenants,
His
faith being counted as righteousness,
You
were walking in faith too.
You
wanted so much to make his promise come true
That
for a time you even stepped aside,
Willing
for the Promised Son
To
come through someone else.
All
those years while you waited inside the tent,
God
was preparing your body
Not
just for a child, but for a miracle.
And
even though you laughed,
You
believed!
I'm
glad you laughed;
It
makes you seem so real.
So
that when I feel dry and old and fruitless
I
can look back through the centuries
At
your miracle
And
laugh with you,
Audience of You
James D. Morrison ©
2000 BMI
V1:
Toe right on the mark; my
lines all right on cue.
Looking out from center stage,
past distractions I once knew.
All the people left and right,
waiting to be wooed
But I’m hearing applause
from my audience of You.
Chorus:
While all the worlds a stage,
with actors near and far.
In the glory of their part,
each one is a star.
And though each has their
fans, my joy is in the One.
The One who set the stage,
before time had begun.
Not an audience of many, nor
an audience of few,
But looking for "Well
done" from my audience of You.
V2:
The ups, the downs, the
battles, I go through every day
seem to work out right,
following Your way.
I can't ignore the love, the
mercy, or the grace.
The full embrace you give me,
as I seek Your face.
Bridge:
A shout of jubilation, I will
someday hear,
When the stage will empty, and
Jesus will appear.
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