Abraham’s walk—down the dusty road he’s trod, Leading his boy, fingers locked, heart weighed by God. Mind darker than storm clouds, yet he won’t back off— He banks on the Most High, the One who lifts the sky aloft. Heart can’t endure it, heart might crack and fall, How can a father turn his son to ritual? But Abraham stays faithful, keeps the forward stride, Carrying just a mustard-seed of hope inside. [Chorus] Wanna believe in the Lord like Abraham, Wanna stand on His word like Abraham. Walk behind God like Abraham, Lord, give us that kind of faith—sprinkle it on every man. Wanna hear and obey like Abraham, Wanna lift up His name like Abraham. Glorify God like Abraham, Lord, give us that kind of faith—let it run through the land. [Drop] The kid says, “Dad, the wood and fire we bring, But where’s the lamb? Yo, what we offering?” “The Lord will see the sacrifice, my son,” he replies, Then words just fade, tears dammed behind his eyes. Sun’s already blazing in the noonday dome, They march in step—almost, almost home. Stones blanket the ground like a million little graves, Hands tremble as he builds the altar the scripture saves. Abraham loves God—total, raw, complete; He’s signed his whole life to whatever God will meet. If God commands it, it must be done, no debate— Though our minds spin, His blueprint is great. [Chorus] Steel flashes in the sun, a sharpened blade of grief, But a voice rings out, “Don’t touch the boy—cease!” An angel stands behind him, wings like morning frost, “Lay no harm upon your son, the test is crossed.” [Pause] [Drop] [Final] So this all happened—what’s the moral arc? Through this scene, what divine whisper hits the mark? God speaks today, the same words ever true: “Let your faith in Me stay fresh and bulletproof!” [Chorus] Wanna believe in the Lord like Abraham, Wanna stand on His word like Abraham. Walk behind God like Abraham, Lord, give us that kind of faith—sprinkle it on every man. Wanna hear and obey like Abraham, Wanna lift up His name like Abraham. Glorify God like Abraham, Lord, give us that kind of faith—let it run through the land. Lord, give us that kind of faith—let it rest on every hand.
