Two Nations in the Womb

How is it that we were close but forever distance,  one world with two nations, born to be separated.

For Edom, we wrestled in the womb, and as we tussle: I grabbed you by the heal. Your might was in your bow and arrows , a hunter and a man of the field.

You cared only the things of the flesh and deny your spiritual inheritance!

You lived to eat, drink and be merry for tomorrow you may die!

Though I came out second, yet you served me. For there was no destiny found in you.

You were unfaithful with the sacred gifts. How strange to dwell in tents at Canaan.

I remembered when we lived together on one plain.

Now the grapegatherers are at your gates; they have been patiently seeking for your destruction; now is the time for the harvest.

Now the lines were drawn. At the clefts of the rock, when we draw our last breath and fell on your laps, you gave us no water to drink.

All the while you led in the oppressors to carry your own brother to the far east country, and what about our substance? You divided it amongst yourselves.

How wicked is Edom? A brother in the flesh and an enemy in the spirit.

But on the sight of the Lord he found you out, and have given you away as He sees fit.

There will be no more of you; your wickedness have tip the scale and the Lord Almighty has found you guilty.