Isaac
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 ...