Drawn Out of the Water

The descendants of which, numerous in size
Yet in such a land, a king would arise
To create slaves and disturb peace
The more he oppressed, they would increase
 
The harshness of the king’s command
Do away, sons of the land
The anger of the king would grow
Into the river, ordered to throw
 
Beyond the plight of wrongful deeds
A cradle lay among the reeds
His sister stood yet to abide
Concealed by the riverside
 
Ever near, the daughter’s king
Heard the cry of suffering
Little child a mother laid
Gave compassion unafraid
 
The pity that could not evade
A Hebrew woman, princess bade
Abandonment would be adverse
Mother called to take and nurse
 
A time of blessing to remain
Provision of a rightful name
Brought in age to Pharaoh’s daughter
Moses drawn out of the water
 
Written by Geraldine Taylor ©