This is a poem about Abraham and Isaac, mainly about Isaac being the sacrifice for a burnt offering to the Lord. For the real story, read Genesis 22: 1-9. Please read and review! ~Sarah



The Sacrifice



My father took me with him one morning,

On his way to make a burnt offering.

I wondered why he must take me along,

And then, just noticed that something was wrong.

I asked, "Father, the fire and wood are here,

But I can see no sacrifice lamb near."

"This lamb, my son, God himself will provide,"

He answered, heading up the mountainside.

When we reached the top, no lamb could I see.

I wondered what the sacrifice could be.

My father said, in a very small voice,

"My son, I must do this. I have no choice."

My hands and body, he began to tie

And I realized it was me, meant to die.

How I hated my father! How could he?

Perhaps the lamb God provided was me.

But still, why must I be the sacrifice?

Did I sin, for which I must pay the price?

My father raised the knife to stab my heart.

Goodbye, Father! By you, I must depart!

By my own dear father, must I be killed?

And my heart, with a great despair, was filled.

I looked up at his eyes and trembling hand.

He looked so broken, unable to stand.

How he loved me, yet his faith was stronger.

I shut my eyes; I could watch no longer.

Oh, how it broke my heart to see his pain.

I felt warm wet drops. Was it tears or rain?

Then, from silence, came a magnified voice.

Deep in my heart, how it made me rejoice!

God said, "Raise not your hand against your son.

I see you love me more than anyone."

My father looked relieved, no longer torn,

As he found a young ram, caught by its horn.

And he sacrificed it, praising the Lord.

Back down the mountain, our home, we went toward.

Just now do I realize how great was he,

Able to obey the Lord faithfully.

And now I know that God really does save.

Just look at this life I have now to pave!