The Hurt the Divine the Light - Betraying the Martyrs

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

Oh!

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 in 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

Oh, you have not withheld your son

I will surely bless you

Oh, you have not withheld your son

I swear I will surely, I will surely bless you