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Exodus

Exodus

When Jacob's sons stood by the shore,
    They sobbed in Moses' ears.
They all believed that they would die,
    And so began the tears.

A wall of water loomed ahead;
    How would they cross the sea?
Behind them, chariots shook the ground,
    But nowhere could they flee.

This faithless cry made Moses sad,
    Yet God would have a say.
Then Moses prayed and raised his arms,
    For God would make the way.

A sudden wind then pierced the sea,
    And water drew aside.
The nation gasped as land appeared;
    They saw the ground had dried.

They then began to walk across
    The land beneath the sea.
Throughout the night, they marched along
    To where they would be free.

But once they crossed the parted sea,
    They looked behind and saw
That Pharaoh's army had advanced,
    And they could not withdraw.

But God exhaled and crashed the walls,
    Which made the waters dance.
They rushed the Pharaoh's charging horde,
    And they had not a chance.

Their enemies were now beneath
    A multitude of waves.
Then Jacob's sons broke out in songs
    To praise the One who saves.
 

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