Climbing Moriah

I am climbing up Moriah with the thing I love most dearly; on the mountain's heights above me, I will see my God more clearly. Incredible expectation! For with the knife and holy fire, I must on a stony altar bind up and slay my heart's desire. O, this God of mine, all knowing! Past my finite mind can see in the distant, vast eternal all that He destined I should be. Only He can make a promise, and He fulfills each sovereign vow; though He slay me, I will serve Him. He led me here, I'll trust Him now. The knife is raised; beyond the void I dare not cast my weary sight; I can hear no gentle laughter in the deep canyons of the night. I will look instead at Jesus, and His command I will obey. There are rams in all His thickets; He is the Christ, the same always. © 1987, Faye Lanham Gibson