One day God called a man of Ur

He went out with family and no murmur

God promised him a fair, goodly land

Promised to make of him a merry band

He who became the father of the Jew

Was even of supposed gentile hue

He who by grace began a new race

Was an ordinary man-no righteous ace

Of good deeds planted by Grace’s plan

Yet it was a great civilisation-one to treasure

Enoch the father of the long-lived Metuselah

Surely ended his earthly sojourn with a Selah

He lived for three hundred and sixty five years

Each year of his life is a day in our life’s year

He was the seventh generation from Adam

And seven is completion, rest from all bedlam

Thus Enoch was the seal of his epoch and age

A type, an example for the end of this age

A sage he was, for he walked with God

Like the wise men in every age and clime

His life so pleased His Maker in his time

He walked as he surely ought

And then suddenly he was not

Here’s to the tale of  honest Abel

The world’s first humble shepherd

Who received the revelation of propitiation

And offered the blood of his herd

By his brother he was cruelly murdered

The first example of evil hating the truth

Yet his soul’s destiny could not be altered

His blood still speaks against the brute

When you see the false fight the true

As it has been through the gory ages

When each generation has grown to rue

What their forebears did to the righteous sages,

Remember the bell first tolled for Cain and Abel

When Cain went east of Eden

Fleeing justice without repenting

You might want to remember

That’s Cain’s pain all over again

And celebrated as the first baby whose womb-‎blood

Inundated the recently sin-soiled earth at birth

Now is denigrated as an evil harbinger of death

Why does he loom large in history’s meanness?

Actions live on long after we leave the stage

Still it must be said-Cain had religious goodness

Her elegant form approached daintily

Scented flowers fluttered breezily

Adam gave innocence a name: woman

She was his mirror-image, his reflection