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‘Firstborn Son’ by Andrew Osenga
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‘Firstborn Son’ by Andrew Osenga
I was the firstborn son of a firstborn son,
in the wake of family tragedy.
After fruitless years I was the chosen one
to plant the flag of destiny.
To eyes who saw what they had seen,
I was a screaming bloody symbol
Of life and what it once had been
before the marching crush of evil.
I was the firstborn son of a firstborn son.
We prayed each night to the risen God
for our loved ones health and safety.
Then we locked the doors and windows up
til there was no danger, we were not free.
The big bad world was on the hunt
and its dogs were fixed on our scent.
Clouds of fear may block the sun
still the earth remains in orbit.
God, help the man who helps himself.
He needs no other devil.
Give us courage now to say farewell
to this fear and watch it crumble.
I've worked a job since I was twelve years old,
a student of the middle class of America.
Pull up your bootstraps baby, you're on your own.
You are what you have, you don't have much.
The manna rained down from the sky
and I looked for explanation.
Moses walked the sea bone-dry
in my father's generation.
And this firstborn son won't stop asking why.
God, help the man who helps himself!
He needs no other devil.
Give me courage now to face myself
and dance as these walls crumble,
Torn down by the blood of a firstborn son.