
05. Children of Abraham
[Verse II - male tenor] Isaac to Jacob, Israel named. Twelve tribes carried a sacred flame. Ishmael to peoples of desert and tent, prophetic memory, lineages sent. Gentiles gathered by grace and word, Christians heard what prophets heard. Muslims bow where Ibrahim stands, Jews keep covenant in their hands. [Instrumental Break - oud-like plucks, strings, frame drum, 16 bars] [Bridge - Lex] If the root remembers mercy, why do branches learn to wound? If the story starts with calling, why do we silence half the room? [Final chorus] Children of Abraham, walking through fire, sons of the promise, daughters of desire. Different wells, one ancient ground, mercy is the holiest sound. [BEGIN SUNO LYRICS - EXTENSION I] [Performance direction: seamless continuation; add pilgrim crowd; keep reverent and slow] [Movement II - Two Sons, Many Roads] [Lex] Do not make the bloodline simple. Do not make the scroll too small. Every house has doors and thresholds. Every child has heard a call. One tradition speaks through Isaac, one through Ishmael by the sand. Both remember Abraham walking with obedience in his hand. [Female alto] Hagar's tears were not forgotten. Sarah's laughter still remains. Covenant is not a weapon when the holy heart explains. [Male tenor] Torah carries ancient thunder. Gospel carries wounded grace. Quran calls the soul to wonder. Prayer leaves dust upon the face. [Call and response - pilgrims] Leader: What is lineage? Crowd: Memory with breath. Leader: What is covenant? Crowd: Mercy stronger than death. Leader: What is faith? Crowd: A road through fear. Leader: Who is the stranger? Crowd: One we must draw near. [Instrumental - strings and hand drums, choir ahs, 24 bars] [Verse III - Lex] Gentile, Jewish, Christian, Muslim, Arab, Israel, East and West, none should turn the father's story into licence to detest. If we inherit sacred language, let us learn the sacred art: to defend the truth with conscience, not to break another heart. [Chorus variation] Children of Abraham, gather the dust. Old is the wound, but older is trust. Different names, one mortal breath. Mercy is stronger than hatred and death. [Verse II - male tenor] Isaac to Jacob, Israel named. Twelve tribes carried a sacred flame. Ishmael to peoples of desert and tent, prophetic memory, lineages sent. Gentiles gathered by grace and word, Christians heard what prophets heard. Muslims bow where Ibrahim stands, Jews keep covenant in their hands. [Instrumental Break - oud-like plucks, strings, frame drum, 16 bars] [Bridge - Lex] If the root remembers mercy, why do branches learn to wound? If the story starts with calling, why do we silence half the room? [Final chorus] Children of Abraham, walking through fire, sons of the promise, daughters of desire. [BEGIN SUNO LYRICS - EXTENSION II] [Performance direction: final reconciliation movement; large choir; crowd slow clap; do not end early] [Movement III - One Dust, One Mercy] [Lex] I will not pretend the differences fade. I will not paint all doctrines the same. But difference need not sharpen the blade, and reverence should not hunger for blame. The child of the tent and the child of the town, the scholar, the pilgrim, the sinner bowed down, all are carried by one fragile breath, all are walking toward judgment and death. [Female alto] Mercy is not weakness. Peace is not denial. Truth without compassion turns the altar into trial. [Bridge - all solo voices] One dust. One breath. One table before death. One grief. One prayer. One God sees who is fair. [Call and response - crowd of pilgrims] Leader: Lay down the stone. Crowd: Lift up the bread. Leader: Open the well. Crowd: Let the thirsty be fed. Leader: What shall we keep? Crowd: The mercy we need. Leader: What shall we leave? Crowd: The hatred we breed. [Instrumental Break - 32 bars, choir and strings] [Final Hook - repeat] Children of Abraham, walking through fire, sons of the promise, daughters of desire. Different wells, one ancient ground, mercy is the holiest sound. [Outro - Lex and choir] One dust, one breath, one mercy. One dust, one breath, one mercy. If we inherit the faith, let the faith inherit mercy. [END SUNO LYRICS]

