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)
Written by Stephanie Ugbor