Hagar, cast out now of her home
all alone, in the desert,
with a baby clinging by her side,
she cried and cried,
to the one above,
why was i chosen by the mistress,
why did i ever taunt her barrenness
was not she the one, who chose from many,
to be that special bearer of the masters child
but lo, now iam all by myself ,
even the master , not sees my plight
but with a pot of water ,sent me outright.
Why did my son have to die
for what is not his fault
for though not born of Sarah,
he is surely Abrahams firstborn.
Will the Lord from heaven send me some help
let me go at distance ,for i cannot see my sons death.
Oh , my creator , who cares for the contrite,
surely send me some help,
and help me and my dying son.
By self
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