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Abraham
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Long ago there was a man
Blessed and called Indeed
Abram, though he was just a man
The Lord God would plant his seed
When called to leave his father's house,
For a land the Lord would show.
"A nation, you will blessed be,
My people eternally."
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Time had passed, many trials done,
His wife Sarai and he
Needed an heir, but Sarai's womb was bare,
A nation would they ever be?
At ninety-nine Abram's eyes did see.
The Lord appeared to them
He spoke, "I am God, walk before me.
And you shall be called Abraham."
A name for a father of many nations,
The stars won't number these,
Your wife Sarai, Sarah will be
A mother at ninety.
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Sarah scoffed at such a tale.
"A child, you and I, how so?
You are old and I am frail
But if the Lord sees it, He knows."
A year did pass and a son was born
"Isaac shall be his name.
He makes me laugh with such a joy.
Can it be, our own little boy?"
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Eight years or so of youth behind,
When the Lord returned to claim,
"Take your son, your only son
Burn him for me I say."
"Burn him?…But…
All right, I'll do as you say.
Saddle the donkey, chop the wood
The Lord will provide a way."
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Three days they traveled on,
Abraham wished it were four.
Then up ahead he saw the place
And bowed his head once more…
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"Keep the donkey stay here until,
The boy and I return.
You can carry the wood my child"
Isaac, was elated to learn.
"Father, I do not understand,
Your knife and the wood I bear.
What of the Lamb? We need a lamb."
"Isaac, the lamb will be there."
The boy only struggled for a moment and then
Must have prayed for his father's mind.
"Father, please - I'll be a good boy!"
And Abraham's knife was held high!
"Stop! Do now harm one hair on his head!"
A voice broke forth from the sky.
Abraham collapsed, the knife dropped on the ground.
Then he wept, "I knew he'd provide."
Speak to us Father
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Praise the Messiah the Son
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