Submission

In Moriah's shadow, silent steps I take,
Beside my father, burdened heart awake.
Wood on my back, an altar looms ahead,
Unspoken fears, the sacrifice unsaid.

"Where is the lamb?" my innocent plea,
His tearful gaze, a painful mystery.
A binding oath, my limbs securely tied,
Upon the altar, my death implied.

Father's trembling hand, a knife held high,
Yet in his eyes, love's tearful reply.
The blade suspended, poised in the air,
My breath held captive in a silent prayer.

Then a ram emerges, grace unforeseen,
In place of me, redemption's mercy gleaned.
Journey of faith, a test complete,
In Moriah's silence, love and grace entreat.