Verse 1
While many long for mountain tops, for me that just ain’t true,
The climb was worth the clemency, but I can’t shake the view
Of that ram among the thicket, so grateful soon to die,
For the God of my just Father, and the sparing of my life.
Chorus 1
Some days in my innocence, I think my dad got fleeced,
’Cause how can I amount to all the mercy of his King?
The more I imagine that mount, I truly taste and see,
In God’s course we’ll abide, apparently.
Verse 2
They hatched a plan from unbelief,
grateful a slave conceived.
At ninety, mom was blessed with me,
then bitter with jealousy.
She said, "Rid that blood-sucking flea,"
luck'ly God heard that slave's plea.
Is ‘ere a reason I can’t love
my brother's blessed seed?
Chorus 2
Some days in indifference, I think that I got fleeced,
’Cause what should I become of all the mercy of the King?
The more I imagine that mount, I truly taste and see,
In God’s course we’ll abide, diligently.
Verse 3
My first’s inheritance for stew,
a birthright sold in haste.
I never spake on favorites, but
I loved me his good game.
By honey’s plan and hairy hide,
my blessing thus was passed.
To you by deception, but son,
He’ll hold you fast.
Chorus 3
Some days in belligerence, I think that I got fleeced,
’Cause what have I become of all the mercy of my King?
The more I imagine that mount, I truly taste and see,
In Your course we’ll abide, while praising Thee.
Outro
Todah lekha Elohai al parents that care and the digs producing well
Ki attah hirchavta lanu ufarinu ba’aretz
Natati, kibalti, vehayiti berakhot u-kelalot. Lo retzoni, ela retzonkha Elohim—yehi ken ba’aretz ka’asher eineni.
Braden
