Friend of the Fatherless

"...Assyria will not save us,
we will not ride on horses,
and we will no longer proclaim 'Our gods!'
to the works of our hands.
For the fatherless receives compassion in You."
Hosea 14: 3





Fatherless in a patriarchal society, left without protection, provision, or pride, they threw themselves on the mercies of compassion. Can we really come in any other way?

An ally of power and strength commands our trust and loyalty, like a schoolyard bully demanding honor for the gift of protection.

Towering on horses, exalting in wealth and confidence, we rest on the
pride of the work of our hands until it crumbles to dust at a touch.

Empty, alone, we can finally approach, for the gift of all that we need.