The Abraham in everyone contends
With faith that brings us each the word of god
The word becomes a song which never ends
A harmony, unknown, unsung, unflawed
Dichotomy discovered thus is hid
In everything we elevate by prayer
It’s never done the things we thought it did
But thoughts are often hidden everywhere
We sense that time has passed when god is gone
But no one knows the place our god might go
If god withdraws, then everything’s withdrawn
And thus we speak the words we think we know
The faith of every Abraham is real
Dichotomy enhances what we feel.
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