I, insistent, follow blindly
on the buckle of the Bible belt
with a two-bit axe in my pack, and my baby boy on my back
as I track you on the mountain
It's not the first time we met
“Light a fire,†he said,
“Send your boy out to destroy the saplings, gathering sticks.â€

Well I spit and I cuss
because I have issues with trust
“But I might as well avoid the hellfire I can control,†I told myself.
So I raised a cairn in honor
and I scanned the sky for Gabriel
and I made your sign with oil on his head
and wept
You snatched the knife from my fist
and checked me off of your list
“It was a test, you're highly blessed and I am proud that you passed,â€â€¨
Well you judge the dead and the quick
but that was awful and sick
to flicker like a candle, I am not a man that gambles

What if no ram came?
