Altar Fire

I hold a blade without a handle.
Was I doomed from the start?
Stark eyes surround this altar.
A hundred Isaacs fall apart.
I am no Isaac. I am Judas.
Sell you for silver - thirty pieces.
This God slayer was made ruthless
Being raised by a holy hand.

This martyr's blood is the pride of her father.
He knows that God will bless him after.
But silence falls across the dinner table.
A feast for kings, but only him to savor.
How lonely God's love feels now.

It's too late to reverse it, so you dig in your heels.
Say it's as God intended so you don't have to feel.
Held by the throat by your time invested.
How could you recant after all these years?
Even if you held the bones of Jesus,
You'd say he conquered death's seal.

This martyr's blood is the pride of her father.
He knows that God will bless him after.
But silence falls across the dinner table.
A feast for kings, but only him to savor.

And your children were born to be fire on the altar
Of your precious reputation.
They must be so grateful to be your greatest faith test.
Oh the stories that you'll tell in heaven.
But you've been looking at the sky so long, reward in mind, that you can't recall the last time that you saw them pass by home.