He placed tired, fickle heart
upon the altar
For he thought such sacrifice
what God would have him do.

He failed to see tender Lamb
provided for him;
Plunged the knife into his soul
sliced straying heart in two.

She withdrew into herself,
cut off from mercy,
Withered on a single vine,
not knowing where to turn.

She failed to hear the Lion’s
bold courageous roar,
Lay down and lit a single
match, then began to burn.