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A story we've all been told
Of a patriarch who lived in the times of old
He was described to be a friend of God
The commands of God he sure did uphold

A heir from his bowels was the promise
He believed although logic it sure missed
For a good cause his wife tried to assist
She dared to help God who gave the promise

Sarah's attempt to assist birthed Ishmael
After all, the promise couldn't stand the test of logic
"Father of many nations", you say?
This sure could pass for the greatest comic

We think Sarah had the first laugh
But our patriarch did laugh in obeisance
His heart did the arithmetic
Copulation at his age couldn't win this game

But who wouldn't have laughed at the thought?
Man was hundred, his bae was ninety!
For real, how could these things be?
But yet, the promise was a given!

And then it happened, just like that!
When all must have forgotten, Isaac came
At the set time, he burst forth
Alas! Makes all things beautiful in His time

The joy and gladness it must have been
To have a young son at such age
The pampering, love and affection poured
Must have made Isaac Abraham's all

But there's a tender lesson for us
One we often choose to ignore
God would rather have us die 
That He might live through us unhindered

To correct this perversion in Abraham's love
God told him to sacrifice his very own son
The son of his old age, the one from his bowels
The son of the promise, one He sure did love!

For a man who negotiated for Sodom
I bet he must have considered for a moment
"Lord, why not me? I'm but old and grey
Let's leave my son out of this if you please"

Lest we forget, there's the pain of slaying
The one you've come to cherish
Living with the thought of blood
The blood of your son on your very own heart

More-so, talk about the promise
"For in Isaac, shall thy seed be called"
There certainly was no easy means
To reconcile the promise with this new bid

But we see Father Abraham
Break free from this uncleansed love
Choosing to trust rather than flush
God could raise "slain" Isaac from the dead after all

Early in the morning he arose
A three days journey he saddled
Aching soul, yet trusting heart
Willing to pull the knife on his beloved

But with great speed God forbade him
"A test this is, thou sure fearest me
Now I know I'm unchallenged in your heart
You love me deeply, you'd give your son"

Fully surrendered was wealthy Abraham
Everything he had but nothing he possessed
An ancient lesson still raging true this is:
"Root your heart from all sense of possessing"

Death to self, denial of self
Your flesh must die for God to live
Death of the flesh, birth of the Spirit
Less of you equals more of God

Take up your cross and follow blindly
For the depths of God has no limit nor end
Count all for loss just like Brother Paul
Decide today that you may win Christ!

Then said Jesus unto his disciples, If any man will come after me, let him deny himself, and take up his cross, and follow me. For whosoever will save his life shall lose it: and whosoever will lose his life for my sake shall find it. For what is a man profited, if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul? or what shall a man give in exchange for his soul? – Matthew 16:24-26 (KJV)

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