Abraham's Plea

I have called You Father,
I have called him son,
Who will tell his mother
Of what I have done?

I have little courage,
Have You any heart?
If You take me further,
I will surely fall apart;

Is there another man,
Or am I the only one?
Is there another option,
To show You I am won?

There is little reason
Yet still You request,
But I know for certain,
This can only make a mess;

His blood will stain my hands,
His cry pierce my heart,
And when I hold his body,
From him I will not part,

Glory comes in sorrow,
Glory comes with fight,
But if I cannot obey this
Will you turn me from Your sight?

I have called him baby,
I have called You Lord,
I cannot choose between
The two that I adore;

As an act of faithfulness,
Please put my mind to rest,
And still my spirit's distress,
That this is all a test.


-Cassi Klipsch, 2009