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