The struggle up Mount Moriah
was cold; I drew my breath
The wind sang an aria
a solemn song of death.
Behind me walked my child
my only begotten son
The only boy I'd ever loved;
God had granted me only one.
And trudging still, my heart sank low
it seemed I could not even speak
The road that lay before me
made my once joyful spirit weak.
We prepared to make the sacrifice
I prepared to say goodbye
To the one thing in this world I treasured;
the apple of my eye.
My son! Mine only son!
Had not God given him to me?
For what? To take him back again?
My heart wept with misery.
And yet, I lay the stones
and set the wood to burn
And lay my hands upon the boy...
For my heart would never turn
Away from my God, Jehovah,
Who had blessed me with this child
And asked me to offer up Isaac
to go through with this trial.
I remember still the agony
that pierced my heart that day
When I prepared to kill my son;
my treasure give away.
And I remember too, the Hand
that grasped my own trembling one,
And spoke with a radiant Voice:
"Lay not thine hand upon thy son.
For I know now Whom you love
I know where your loyalties lie
You would choose me above all
even if Isaac had to die!"
And he bid me embrace my child,
and release him from the fire,
Then he provided the sacrifice
for my will was what He desired.
My Child, if He asks of you
more than you think you can bear,
Do not give Him just a percentage;
do not call His Love unfair.
For He has fashioned trials
and He will not take second place;
Our God is a jealous God
but He will give you grace
To sacrifice and to let go
what you've been tightly holding to
The very thing that binds your heart
may be what He requires of you.
Give Him your love, your all;
and let Him test your faith in the fire
After obedience come the blessing
and the whole of you is His desire.
You will not be found wanting
you will not be left alone
After you've been to your Moriah
you will come safely home.
was cold; I drew my breath
The wind sang an aria
a solemn song of death.
Behind me walked my child
my only begotten son
The only boy I'd ever loved;
God had granted me only one.
And trudging still, my heart sank low
it seemed I could not even speak
The road that lay before me
made my once joyful spirit weak.
We prepared to make the sacrifice
I prepared to say goodbye
To the one thing in this world I treasured;
the apple of my eye.
My son! Mine only son!
Had not God given him to me?
For what? To take him back again?
My heart wept with misery.
And yet, I lay the stones
and set the wood to burn
And lay my hands upon the boy...
For my heart would never turn
Away from my God, Jehovah,
Who had blessed me with this child
And asked me to offer up Isaac
to go through with this trial.
I remember still the agony
that pierced my heart that day
When I prepared to kill my son;
my treasure give away.
And I remember too, the Hand
that grasped my own trembling one,
And spoke with a radiant Voice:
"Lay not thine hand upon thy son.
For I know now Whom you love
I know where your loyalties lie
You would choose me above all
even if Isaac had to die!"
And he bid me embrace my child,
and release him from the fire,
Then he provided the sacrifice
for my will was what He desired.
My Child, if He asks of you
more than you think you can bear,
Do not give Him just a percentage;
do not call His Love unfair.
For He has fashioned trials
and He will not take second place;
Our God is a jealous God
but He will give you grace
To sacrifice and to let go
what you've been tightly holding to
The very thing that binds your heart
may be what He requires of you.
Give Him your love, your all;
and let Him test your faith in the fire
After obedience come the blessing
and the whole of you is His desire.
You will not be found wanting
you will not be left alone
After you've been to your Moriah
you will come safely home.
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