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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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