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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Written Into Stone

The Law, though written into stone,
Could not be etched in our stone hearts.
And so the Lord made His law flesh,
When Christ embodied righteousness.
His heart of flesh He now imparts,
His law within the ones He owns.

And though the Father knows all things,
And though His Law makes our sins bare,
Yet He does not remember them.
The Law in us does not condemn,
Its nearness births in us a share,
As heirs to the Eternal King.

The Fitting Priest (Hebrews 7:26-8:5)

A priest must hold the people’s place to God,
To represent them and beg for redemption,
As intercessor for his fatal flock –
But how, if he is in the same condition?
For he has no effect if he is fallen,
And for his own sin sacrifices daily,
For then he can not quite complete his calling,
Performing sacrifice perpetually.

Our fitting priest must yet be like to us,
Yet holy, harmless, wholly undefiled,
And separated from all sinful lusts:
One sacrifice to make us reconciled.
A man, yet higher than the heavens, He,
Who gives Himself, the sacrifice sufficient,
Enthroned and perfect God eternally,
When (radiant) to life again He’s risen.

All other priests were then a type of Him,
Their sanctuary, too, a shadowed image.
Yet He is the true minister to men,
The priest – yet sacrifice – without a blemish.