Abraham

I waited on the Lord and in a waking dream He came, riding on a wind across the sand He spoke my name. �Here I am�, I whispered and I waited in the dark. The answer was a sword that came down hard upon my heart.

So take me to the mountain I will follow where You lead. There I�ll lay the body of the boy You gave to me. And even though You take him, still I ever will obey

But Maker of this mountain...
... please make another way

Holy is the Lord
Holy is the Lord

And the Lord I will obey

...Lord, help me I don�t know the way