Call Me Not Mara

Call Me Not Mara!

Call me not Mara,
for though I may arrive with less than I went with;
call me Naomi,
because my experiences albeit painful,
make the best manure for a richer life.

Call me not bitterness,
though my condition may be void of any sweetness;
call me pleasantness,
for in my womb grows the king of all righteousness.

Call me not Mara,
though I might have spent my past in sinfulness;
call me Rahab;
for I am redeemed into a family of grace.

Call me not barrenness,
though my body seem to have lost its youthfulness;
call me mother,
for I have the faith that even in old age,
I bring forth laughter.

Call me not Mara,
though my prince may have delayed his coming:
call me Rebecca,
for as I water more camels at the well today,
My Isaac shows up.

Call me not Mara,
though I may be a slave girl with no rank;
call me Esther,
for I have got in me,
a gift to save my race.

Call me not Mara,
though I may be of the weaker sex
call me Deborah,
for to me God delivers Siseria

Call me not Mara,
though I may have wronged my choice:
call me Abigail,
for love soothes my care.

Call me not Mara,

Though I may have arrived with less than I went with
Call me Ruth,

For I arrived with loyalty.