Abraham

My son stole salt, said Abraham
Then he fled across the sea
When my son came home, said Abraham
I nailed him to the Tree
His clothes flutter in the breeze
His sin for all to see

They took my eyes, said Abraham
Gouged them out of me
Then they told me my wife lay with other men
So I nailed her to the Tree
Her hair so soft in the breeze
Her sin for all to see

Come to my home, said Abraham
Have some wine and bread and meat
Ill tell you a story, said Abraham
One that father gave to me to keep
He carved into the Tree
His word for all to see

Cut out your heart, my Abraham
Father asked of me
Serve it up with love and with all thats pure
So I nailed them to the Tree
Their bones rattle in the breeze
Their sins for all to see.