Though heirs, we were like kids, under Guardian Law,
Its servants 'til the Father's appointed time saw
Christ appear, sending His Spirit in His loved ones
Whereby we cry "Daddy!", changed to adopted sons!
How is it, so known, you turn to bondage again?
Keeping holy days ?! Was my work with you in vain?
When first, infirm, I preached, I was your darling choice,
Now others afflict you! Excuse my tone of voice!
Abram's two sons, by bondwoman and free, portend
Law (Sinai) and our new Mother (Jerusalem)
Whose barren state is gone, more kids than "law" has she,
As writ, cast out the bondwoman, live with the free!
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