Given and giver known but a gift unacceptable
Offensive, repulsive, and stumbling, but good
Unknown and perhaps unknowable, how can it be?
Not for delightful display of pleasure and gain
But ignored, hidden, forgotten, most shameful
And only bewilderment, pain, anger, and questions
But in flesh, the Voice understands, and speaks
Saying, "You are beloved," but alas only anguish!
How can it be? How can it be!? How can love be!
So strange unlike any believed in the world
As thorns stripped of the roses more desired
Or robbed and exiled a kindness most exalted
Who prays for an incomprehensible gift returned
Who rather a soulmate's help than hear the Voice
And mortal comforts than seeing fearsome eternity
But as breathe compelled so too acceptance
Of an irrevocable gift most uncommonly good
Inescapably tearful, trembling, and bowed, walk
Thus acknowledged by a freedom most feared
And to sacrifice as Abraham ascended Moriah
A thanksgiving most honoured and accepted