For lack of understanding the people mocked. T’was for flesh and blood Able got whacked. The farmer killed the herder. The blood of Jesus is my savior.
By faith Abel offered to God a better sacrifice than Cain, through which he was attested to be righteous, God testifying about his gifts, and through faith, though he is dead, he still speaks.
The fruit of the ground is pleasing. That’s a giving without meaning. Christ has meat to eat we know not. A redemptive appetite, believe that.
From Abram to Abraham I hear tell.
There is more of Jacob than there is of Israel. From the crumbs of His table, blood of Innocence , God chose Abel.
But when the fullness of time had come, God sent forth his Son, born of woman, born under the law,
And because you are sons, God has sent the Spirit of his Son into our hearts, crying, “Abba!
Jesus the Christ is a personal carry. He’s got you so don’t worry. He is moral of Cain killing Able. A sampled taste from my masters table.