Infertile Soil Bore Fruit

It was about 25 years that I had work for them

No fruit of their labor, not a sprout nor stem

For these years my masters tried but were now very old

Encouraged by God’s promise, they ploughed to their goal

Ready for her start since long ago

The lady gave up at 90 and asked that I’d bestow

Infant boy on the master that he might get an heir

Lady was always kind to me and the prospect was debonair

Effectively I would become like the lady of the house   

Surrogating this child for her would mean bedding her spouse

Once I became pregnant there was much unrest

I disrespected the lady and she and her husband were distressed

Living there seemed unbearable and like my name “Hagar” I took flight

By the time they would have noticed it would have been night

Out in the desert alone and tired I heard my name

Return to your master’s and the boy was to be called Ishmael when he came

Even though there was still some stress I was more resolved

For me God cared and all my concerns were solved

Rudeness no more and then to everyone’s surprise

Unlikely centenarian bore a son, Sarah and Abraham glowed in their eyes

Isaac he was called and God’s promise was fulfilled

They had their heir, born of them and their paternity thrilled