From Chaldean shadows, where the zephyr sighed
Through moonlit towers and idol-fires died,
A voice like starlight pierced the wanderer’s night:
“Arise, depart; forsake the known for sight
Unseen. I vow thee seed as numberless
As heaven’s jewels, a blessing to confess
In every tribe.” No map, no guarantee—
Yet Abram rose, his heart in fealty free,
Believing Him who speaks, and worlds obey.

No golden deeds, no spotless life displayed;
The ancient ledger opened, and it weighed
Not merit’s sum, but trust alone. “He believed,”
The sacred page declares, “and was received
As righteous.” Not for flawless steps he trod,
But for the quiet gaze that fixed on God
Beyond the barren years, the empty womb,
The faltering flesh that neared the silent tomb.

Twice fear betrayed him—Sarah named as sister,
A lie to shield from Pharaoh’s cruel blister;
And Hagar’s tent he sought, impatient hand
To grasp the promise ere God’s appointed land.
Yet heaven’s eye, unblinded by his shame,
Beheld not stumbles, but the steady flame
Of faith that grew, unquenched by doubt’s dark gale,
Strong in the glory of the Promise’s tale:
“He staggered not, but hoped against all hope,
Convinced the Giver could the dead enrobe
With life, and call non-being into form.”

O pilgrim hearts that mourn the inward storm,
Replay no night of failure’s bitter cry;
The cross has rent the veil—your sins pass by
Uncounted, covered in the Lamb’s pure blood.
As Abraham, so we: the promise stood
Before the law, before the circumcision’s sign;
It rests on grace, immutable, divine.

Behold the Christ, the Seed foretold of old,
Who bore our curse on timber stark and cold,
Rose crowned with dawn to vindicate the claim:
His righteousness imputed, bears our name.
No more performance chains the soul in thrall;
We stand accepted—forgiven, loved through all.

Live promise-conscious, then, beneath the skies
Where ancient stars still sing of covenant ties.
Let not the shadow of our falls obscure
The light that shines forever pure and sure.
For in the risen Lord the word is sealed:
Believe—and every wound of sin is healed.
The faith of Abraham, through ages bright,
Becomes our own, our everlasting right