Trust Me

This day, Memorial Day, is a day that many spend on the lake, having backyard barbeques, or just laying around the house enjoying a vacation day. For others Memorial Day has become a day for remembering, reminiscing, mourning, rejoicing. This Memorial Day I remember my brother, a hero. He is currently serving in the military overseas. This Memorial Day I remember my precious baby girl, my princess. She left my arms on just 3 years ago. I miss her dearly.
The following poem ministered to me greatly some time ago, and today I thought it was a most appropriate day to share it. It is by Beth Moore and it is found in her book Whispers of Hope. (Genesis 22:1-19)

Trust Me With Your Isaac

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!”

“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 the 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.”