Lyrics The Hurt the Divine the Light - Betraying the Martyrs

The Hurt the Divine the Light

Abraham, here I am
Take your son Isaac to the mountain
Abraham, here I am
Bring the sacrifice asked in Moriah
He had cut enough wood for the sacrifice
On the third day Abraham looked up and saw
Where Isaac was supposed to die
Speak up and say
Where are the offering
He listened up and asked for
Is it for love or a sacrifice
God Himself will provide
The lamb for the burnt offering
Then he reached out his hand
And took a knife to slay his son
Oh!
On the Lord’s mountain it will be provided
I wear by Myself declared the Lord
Through your offspring all nations on earth will be blessed
And I will surely bless your son
Abraham, here I am
Take your son Isaac in the mountain
Abraham, here I am
Bring the sacrifice asked in Moriah
Then Abraham returned to his servants
Then set off together for Beersheba
You’ve obeyed me
You offered me your son
And now I swear I will surely bless you
Oh, you have not withheld your son
I will surely bless you
Oh, you have not withheld your son
I swear I will surely, I will surely bless you