by Logan Mansfield

Created on: December 13, 2009

I want you to take your only son
And place him on the cold stone
Then slaughter him like an animal
For my glory, and my glory alone

Faithful Abraham obeyed in kind
Bringing his beloved to be killed
His love for God was greater
A devotion that was fulfilled

His son strapped on the altar
The blade raised in the air
The hark to make him falter
Of an angel that stood fair

His son was not to be taken
A ram was used in his place
They praised God for provision
In him their faith was based

Count the blessings in your life
The shelter and food bestowed
The Festival of Sacrifice
Is meant for this purpose alone

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