Why have you told me this;
"Take your son, your only son, whom you love - Isaac - and go to the region of Moriah. Sacrifice him there as a burnt offering on a mountain I will show you."
You gave me a son with the woman that I love
So how can I do what you've asked me to do?
It took so long for him to be born
And now you want me to cut his life short
Oh why
I maintain my faith
Do as you say
It's now been three days
And we're marching on
Wood on his back
Fire and knife in my hand
As we get closer to the top the guilt overwhelms me
My son has no clue on what's happening
Doesn't know he'll be the burnt offering
Now he's bound, tied up
Laying on top of wood
The altar I'm about to set to flames
I take a knife ready to slay
"Abraham! Abraham! Do not lay a hand on the boy."
There's a ram for the sacrifice
Praise to God you saved his life
Because I have obeyed
"I will make your descendants as numerous as the stars in the sky"
Lord Will Provide
Lord Will Provide
Thank you for your mercy thank you for your grace
Only to you I am afraid