He was, of course, the younger son; and he was, like his brother, adored;                                 he always strived to live his life in obedience to the will of his LORD.

He knew the stories all by heart, how the Serpent had ruined their home;                               about Paradise lost, the price of their sin, and the damage rebellion had done.

Without faith, we can’t please Him;  without faith our sacrifice fails;                                     without faith, we can’t worship our wonderful Lord; without faith, only evil prevails.

He always loved his older brother, a hero through all of his years;                                           and he simply could not understand, the source of his parent’s great fears.

They lived together and they played together, but they seemed to grow further apart;         yet, he never suspected how deep was the dark that had stolen his brother’s cold heart.

Then came a Sabbath, like every Sabbath, a day of worship and rest;                                       but unlike every Sabbath, on this bloody Sabbath, one offering would not pass the test.

Without faith, we can’t please Him; without faith our sacrifice fails;                                     without faith, we can’t worship our wonderful Lord; without faith, only evil prevails.

He never would see his Father again, nor his Mother, or the hearth of his home;                     but suddenly he saw the face of his Lord, for his brother had picked up a stone.