Betraying The Martyrs - 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