As cloudless night falls in the desert
Abraham looks at the glory of starry sky
Feeling the weight of his earthen vessel
Already filling of the years gone by
Remnants of light from the fiery stars above
Reach down as rays form their crown
The diadem of illumination carries soft glow
To great multitudes of sandy grain below
Fistful of earthly tokens of promise
Slowly running down from his hand
Like hourglass of his remaining years
Hope from above becoming one with fears
Lying in the sand of the promised land
Thinking of the puzzling covenant once more
No doubt its maker has been trustworthy before
The promise is as its giver
Present when unseen and truly unbroken
Yet in his soul he senses a shiver
Feeling of doubt still left unspoken
He now finds himself inwardly debating
Oh, how long have been the years of waiting
Abiding is the memory of the night
In vividness of its haunting sense of fright
Animals cut in half and left to lie
Lord moving between them in darkness as light
Known ceremonial symbol of death in sight
Yet the thought blocks breath and shocks the eye
A covenant as unbreakable as its father
Surely the ever-truthful one can't lie
The Living, Immortal One would rather
Lay down his own glorious life and die
The waters of time passed
But before passing on with their stream
He got to see beginnings of his dream
Of promises coming to fruition
Saving the most precious inheritance
Left to every coming generation
Promised blessing of coming deliverance
As stream of time consumed earth's basin
Finally the child of promise was found
The one to whom the covenant was bound
Not one to pass forward in generation
The torch of the coming blessing
Lord's promise and his reputation
Seemed tied to his life progressing
In wisdom and stature did he grow
No sin's blemish did he ever know
Yet came to pass a sight so fateful
A dying remnant of one faithful
The great shepherd struck down
Was there no righteous heir left now
For the long-promised crown?
They had yet to see meaning from the image
The rule of true servant-king's lineage
When others were scattered or defiant
But one of power made perfect in weakness
His shoulders carried the weight of covenant
Bringing forth the pain of grace in meekness
Death of promise in strife was seeming
Yet one laid down in shame now did in victory stand
Eyes finally opened to words' truest meaning
"God will provide for himself a lamb"
Abraham looks at the glory of starry sky
Feeling the weight of his earthen vessel
Already filling of the years gone by
Remnants of light from the fiery stars above
Reach down as rays form their crown
The diadem of illumination carries soft glow
To great multitudes of sandy grain below
Fistful of earthly tokens of promise
Slowly running down from his hand
Like hourglass of his remaining years
Hope from above becoming one with fears
Lying in the sand of the promised land
Thinking of the puzzling covenant once more
No doubt its maker has been trustworthy before
The promise is as its giver
Present when unseen and truly unbroken
Yet in his soul he senses a shiver
Feeling of doubt still left unspoken
He now finds himself inwardly debating
Oh, how long have been the years of waiting
Abiding is the memory of the night
In vividness of its haunting sense of fright
Animals cut in half and left to lie
Lord moving between them in darkness as light
Known ceremonial symbol of death in sight
Yet the thought blocks breath and shocks the eye
A covenant as unbreakable as its father
Surely the ever-truthful one can't lie
The Living, Immortal One would rather
Lay down his own glorious life and die
The waters of time passed
But before passing on with their stream
He got to see beginnings of his dream
Of promises coming to fruition
Saving the most precious inheritance
Left to every coming generation
Promised blessing of coming deliverance
As stream of time consumed earth's basin
Finally the child of promise was found
The one to whom the covenant was bound
Not one to pass forward in generation
The torch of the coming blessing
Lord's promise and his reputation
Seemed tied to his life progressing
In wisdom and stature did he grow
No sin's blemish did he ever know
Yet came to pass a sight so fateful
A dying remnant of one faithful
The great shepherd struck down
Was there no righteous heir left now
For the long-promised crown?
They had yet to see meaning from the image
The rule of true servant-king's lineage
When others were scattered or defiant
But one of power made perfect in weakness
His shoulders carried the weight of covenant
Bringing forth the pain of grace in meekness
Death of promise in strife was seeming
Yet one laid down in shame now did in victory stand
Eyes finally opened to words' truest meaning
"God will provide for himself a lamb"
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