Story Of Isaac
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The dooAmr it opened slowlFy, my fatheAmr he came in F
I was ninGe yearFs oldE
And he stoAmod so tall above meF, blueAm eyes they were shininFg
And his voiGce was veryF coldE
He saiCd, "I've had a visioC/Gn and you know CI'm strong and holyC/G
I must doD what I'vCe been told"B
So he startFed up the mountBbain, I was runninFg, he was walkingBb
And his axFe was madeG of goldA
Well, the trees they got much smaller, the lake a lady's mirror
We stopped to drink some wine
Then he threw the bottle ove, broke a minute later
And he put his hand on mine
Thought I saw an eagle but it might have been a vulture
I never could decide
Then my father built an altar,he looked once behind his shoulder
He knew I would not hide
You who build these altars now to sacrifice these children
You must not do it anymore
A scheme is not a vision and you never have been tempted
By a demon or a god
You who stand above them now, your hatchets blunt and bloody
You were not there before
When I lay upon a mountain and my father's hand was trembling
With the beauty of the word
And if you call me brother now, forgive me if I inquire
"Just according to whose plan ?"
When it all comes down to dust I will kill you if I must
I will help you if I can
When it all comes down to dust I will help you if I must
I will kill you if I can
And mercy on our uniform, man of peace or man of war
The peacock spreads his fan