The Hurt The Divine The Light Abraham Here I am Take your son Isaac to the mountain Abraham Here I am Bring the sacrifice asked in Moriah
He had cut enough wood for the sacrifice On the third day Abraham looked up and saw Where Isaac was supposed to die
Speak up and say Where are the offering He listened up and asked for Is it for love or a sacrifice God Himself will provide The lamb for the burnt offering Then he reached out his hand And took a knife to slay his son
On the Lord’s mountain it will be provided I wear by Myself declared the Lord Through your offspring all nations on earth will be blessed And I will surely bless your son
Abraham Here I am Take your son Isaac to the mountain Abraham Here I am Bring the sacrifice asked in Moriah
Then Abraham returned to his servants Then set off together for Beersheba
You’ve obeyed me You offered me your son And now I swear I will surely bless you You have not withheld your son I will surely bless you