Daughter of Canaan

Waiting in the heavy heat, I look out,
For my thin thread of hope, the healing Jew,
Who should despise me, yet I do not doubt,
That He shall save my child – He comes to view.
I fall down, all dignity cast aside,
My open wound I bear for all to see,
He calls me a dog but I hug no pride,
Just beg some scraps to end my misery.
He sees my faith, such faith as saves,
His dog becomes His daughter, I believe,
And He believes in me, my joy He craves,
And Israel’s flock shall this Lamb receive.
When all else failed, I dared to try,
God’s mercies as you must – cling on and cry.

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