Sacrifice Your Precious Son (Hebrews 11:17-19)

“Go and take your precious son,
Born by your barren wife,
And on the hill that I will show,
Slay him in sacrifice.”
“Wait here to keep the caravan,
The boy and I alone,
Will go and will return to you,
When sacrifice is done.”
“There is no lamb, O father, why?
You tie my hands and feet.
I trust that you have heard the Lord,
Submitting willingly.”
“Lay not your hand upon the lad,
And stay your thirsty knife!
Behold the ram prepared for you,
Make him your sacrifice!”

“Go to earth, my precious Son,
And veil yourself in flesh.
And on the hill that I will show,
They will put You to death.”
“Wait here, while I will kneel and pray,
Keep watch and be alert,
For I will go away and die,
But surely I’ll return!”
“I am the lamb, O Father, see,
They pierced my hands and feet.
I trust you! I will drink this cup,
Though You’ve forsaken me.”
“Lay not your hand upon my Son!
Oh Death, release your prey!
Arise, Beloved, We have won,
Christ conquered Sin and Grave!”

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Fatherland (Hebrews 11:12-16)

Extravagant hope in the face of impossible odds,
Refusing to doubt; having faith in the promise of God.
The saints, staying faithful did not see the promise fulfilled,
In searching for something; a country, a place to call home.
Though many were mocked at; some died, and some others were killed,
But all lived in longing, and ever nomadic they roamed.
But Christ has prepared an extravagant city above,
A palace for each of His brothers, those washed in His blood.
So live as a pilgrim; an alien here on this earth,
Though you may be martyred for spurning the World’s many lusts,
But you are a patriot only to heaven by birth,
And Jesus is proud to be called God by those He calls just.
Extravagant grace to the numberless saints of our God,
Haste day when in heaven we join in ineffable laud!

The Faith of Abraham and Sarah (Hebrews 11:8-12)

The father of the faithful, Abraham,
At Yahweh’s call, with faith, abandoned all,
Without a question left his father’s tent,
Without a clue where he would make his stay,
And with his family, lightly-packed, he went,
With total trust that God would guide his way.
A city built by God awaited him,
And full adoption as Jehovah’s kin.
For Abram longed to see the promised land,
As Sarah longed to birth the promised seed,
And they observed a type of Yahweh’s plan,
But not the Lord’s fulfillment full indeed:
The Father, too, was faithful to His plan,
And to His only Son gave Abram’s call.