Story of Isaac

Story Of Isaac - Judy Collins

The door it opened slowly

And my father he came in

I was nine years old

And he stood so far above me

And his blue eyes they were shining

And his voice was very cold

He said "I've had a vision

And you know I'm strong and holy

I must do what I've been told"

So he started up the mountain

I was running he was walking

And his axe was made of gold

You who build these altars now

To sacrifice these children

You must not do it anymore

For you never had a vision

And you never have been tempted

By the Devil or the Lord

Yes you who stand above them now

Your hatchets blunt and bloody

You were not there before

When I lay upon a mountain

And my father's hand was trembling

With the beauty of the word

And if you call me brother now

Forgive me if I ask

"According to whose plan "

When all us come down to dust

I will kill you if I must

I will love you if I can

And may I never learn to scorn

The body out of chaos born

The woman and the man

And mercy on our uniform

Man of peace man of war

The peacock spreads his fan