Oh son of Ishmael to whom do you call
Your voice is mute, I hear not your bawl
After a thief you chosen to fall on knees
Rather yield to Truth and follow Me
Before Abraham, I AM He
Through one Son, one hope can there be
In Recitation and Tradition you vainly clasp
But in Issac to Me is the promised path
See to the cross stained red for you
The empty tomb proclaims all is made new
Be free from wicked Submission and turn to Me
For in love and peace the King came to set free
