His knife in hand, good Abraham, His son with him so nice and calm. Just ere he dashed the boy to slay, His Lord a ram asked to convey. He felt so pleased and it he slew And his son to his chest he drew.
When Cain killed Abel, God was cross For hatred and for that great loss. He took poor Abel by the hand, To dwell in heaven strong and glad.
When death got free to **** the throng, God felt so sad and found that wrong. He took and still takes all the dead To live in heaven pleased and sound.
The Lord is God of life and love. He wants His children to survive. When death attacks, He takes them all To live with Him in heart and soul.