With scabs of faithfulness upon his brow
and blisters where the ring’s supposed to be
He watches with his hand still on the plow
As Jacob falls upon their Father’s knee
What’s this? The Father wants the fatted calf?
The one I’ve raised since she was born in May?
The elder shakes with rage upon his staff
How can he disrespect me in this way?
Yes, Jesus was an older brother too
With thankless servanthood for me and you.