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Burton L. Carlson
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Abraham

God ordered me to slay my son,
then my hand was stayed
and I slayed a ram, instead of Isaac.

The outcome was still the same:
son's trust, wife's affection gone,
I had only God from then on.

FaithSuzi PeelSeptember 30, 2016
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