(Genesis 22:6-8) The man who walked with fire in his hand
Rose early, that his work might soon be done.
He took a knife, he took his only son
To a high mountain in a barren land.
As at first light the climber takes his stand
To spy a route (where men say there is none)
Far up the craggy peak which must be won,
The burdened son his burdened father scanned.
He wondered why (since they had been as one)
He seemed forbidding now and far away,
His clouded brow more hidden from the sun
Than regions sunk in shadow all the day.
Father, are you concerned about God’s lamb?”
“Knowing He will provide, my son,…I am.”