The door it opened slowly, <br />my father he came in, <br />I was nine years old. <br />And he stood so tall above me, <br />his blue eyes they were shining <br />and his voice was very cold. <br />He said, "I've had a vision <br />and you know I'm strong and holy, <br />I must do what I've been told." <br />So he started up the mountain, <br />I was running, he was walking, <br />and his axe was made of gold.<br /><br />Leonard Cohen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/story-of-isaac/
