Margaret’s Song

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  There was a king in Thule,  True even to the grave;  To whom his dying mistress  A golden beaker gave.  At every feast he drained it,  Naught was to him so dear,  And often as he drained it,  Gush’d from his eyes the tear.  When death came, unrepining  His cities o’er he told;  All to his heir resigning,  Except his cup of gold.  With many a knightly vassal  At a royal feast sat he,  In yon proud hall ancestral,  In his castle o’er the sea.  Up stood the jovial monarch,  And quaff’d his last life’s glow,  Then hurled the hallow’d goblet  Into the flood below.  He saw it splashing, drinking,  And plunging in the sea;  His eyes meanwhile were sinking,  And never again drank he. “Margaret’s Song” by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (1749–1832) in “Faust. Part I.”

"Ishmael or Isaac; Who Does God Want to Bless?" Zwemer Center Podcast

Ever hear that Muslims come from the line of Ishmael and were a result of Abraham’s sin? Who are the ones born under law as descendants of Ishmael (Galatians 4): Arabs or Jews?

This half-hour podcast from the Zwemer Center discusses the Genesis, Galatians and includes an excellent summary of Tony Malouff's book, "Arabs in the Shadow of Israel: The Unfolding of God's Prophetic Plan for Ishmael's Line

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