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Before the flow of the river began there was a faint rainbow visible in the wake of a white wing of lakewater spurting from a port opened in the dam. Below it, at a distance, fishermen waded in knee-high boots with their sons and lures snatching up the bluegill and bass that had washed out of Percy Priest. Above there was a bridge dividing the river and the lake and the cars that drove across it were privy to the curvature of the stream as it ducked underneath the interstate overpass and the immeasurable beauty of the lake at dawn, when it seemed the sun had melted into the spangled waters with a glory nearly too radiant to behold. The wind blew amid the churn of the dam. Flocks of birds at play in the surf. He stood in the grass and watched them for a while. Leadeth me beside the raging maelstrom. Upon a wooden bench in the field were etched old carvings, messages, signatures. "NO FATE", one says. More still were spray-painted under the overpass, where the trail just begins....

You heard His voice, you did not argue At the crest of Moriah were we alone It was called worship, called sacrifice Did you walk the road observed In hesitation, trepidation, doubt With fear and fear of the Lord Were the commands of His lips Treasured more than my life His blessing, His promise forsaken Yes He is holy, immovable His ways above, inscrutable Give Him your firstborn Give Him your heart, your soul, your mind Give Him what He's owed He is the unquenchable fire While you held the knife The wood was put upon my shoulders Carrying your burden across I never wanted to foreshadow To signify, to symbolize Some eventual grace And only a messenger to stay your hand And a ram more innocent than I You could not fail Him, could not fail For His love is abounding And His mercies everlasting Give Him your scapegoat Give Him your guilt, your shame, your pride Give Him what you need He'll fill the insatiable pyre What blood was required But ...