Not Tamar, but Grace

Way back in the cursed land of Cannan,
Was a young beautiful daughter of Zimran.
She was tall, pretty, graceful and youthful,
To Zimran, they were qualities very useful.
Useful to make an alliance with the Hebrew;
That powerful Hebrew man called Judah,
Who’s so called God is an unseen wonder,
That destroyed Sodom and Gomorrah.
Now the sacrificial lamb was poor Tamar,
Who was placed on the marriage alter.


Once graceful, elegant and full of life,
She was made to look like a cheap wife.
Being kicked around like a soccer ball,
Abused and pushed against the wall.
Passed on from brother to brother,
But yet failed to be called a mother.
Fed with empty hopes and filthy lies,
Her dreams shattering before her eyes,
And her life turning into a living hell,
She turns to the unseen God of Israel.


Although she was forgotten by the man of the God,
She was yet remembered by the God of the man.
She called, even though she never really knew him,
And he answered restoring her shattered dream,
By giving her an amazing double for her trouble,
It didn’t matter if she wasn’t one of his people,
For in his sight, she’s found mercy and grace,
And became a mother in the linage of grace.
Once a cast out, suddenly budding in grace,
She’s no more that Tamar, just call her Grace.


(c) DK, April 2011