I am calling you, oh, Sarah.
This is your sister Hagar
Calling through the centuries
To reach you from afar.

Here is my son, Ishmael,
Your sister's son, alive.
We share the sons of Abraham,
Two peoples, one tribe.

Oh, yes, I am your Sarah.
I remember you, Hagar.
Your voice comes through the distance,
A cry upon my heart.

It was I who cast you out,
In fear and jealousy.
Yet, your vision survived the wilderness,
To reach your destiny.

But it wasn't ‘til my Isaac
Lay under the knife
That I recognized your peril,
The danger to your life

I tremble now, Hagar
For our peril's still the same.
We will not survive as strangers;
We must speak each other's name.

We must tell each others' stories,
Make each other strong,
And sing the dream of ancient lands,
Where both of us belong.

Let us hear the prayers
Where spirit was first sown,
That all of our children
May call this land their home.