"Trust Me with Your Isaac" A poem by Beth Moore

Trust Me with Your Isaac

Copyright 2013 Beth Moore

For every Abraham who dares

to kiss the foreign field

where glory for a moment grasped 

Is for a lifetime tilled…

The voice of God 

speaks not but once

but 'til the traveler hears 

"Abraham! Abraham! Bring your 

Isaac here!"

"Bring not the blemished sacrifice.

What lovest thou the most?

Look not into the distance, 

you'll find your Isaac close." 

"I hear the tearing of your heart

torn between two loves, 

the one your vision can behold 

the Other hid above." 

"Do you trust me, Abraham

with your gravest fear?

Will you pry your fingers loose

and bring your Isaac here?" 

"Have I not made you promises? 

Hold them tight instead!

I am the Lover of your soul-

the Lifter of your head." 

"Believe me, O my Abraham

when blinded by the cost.

Arrange the wooded altar

and count your gains but loss." 

"Let tears wash clean your blinded eyes 

until unveiled you see-

the ram caught in the thicket there

to set your Isaac free." 

"Perhaps I'll send him down the mount

to walk right by your side. 

No longer in your iron grasp

but safer still in mine. "

"Or I may wrap him in the wind

and sweep him from your sight

to better things beyond your reach-

believe with all your might!"

"Look up, beloved Abraham.

Can you count the stars?

Multitudes will stand to reap

from one dear friend of God."

"Pass the test, my faithful one;

bow to me as LORD.

Trust me with your Isaac-

see,

I am your great Reward."