Moses 
Way down in the valley there is a mighty roar Glinting in the sunlight.. The chariots of war. Thundering hooves racing across the torturous sand,
As the Pharaoh flaunts his strength of hand. Trap well set, closing deadly as it’s sprung, The last song of the children seems to have been sung. Escape is not an option, blocked by the sea, The hunted nation prays and drops to a collective knee.
Closer and closer, eyes hard as cold steel, Terror that they cause, the fear is very real. Slaves, thought free, prepare themselves to die, Men tremble, women weep. “Hear oh God!” the only cry.
In all this commotion a cloud of blazing flame, Roars like thunder and Glory answers His name. The earth trembles but not of the armies of men, Strangely aware of the coming wrath of heaven.
A single man with the weight of a nation to bear,
Stands apart, the breeze ruffling his whitened hair. Raises his eyes to the heavenly light in trust, Then looks at his people, numbered like the dust. The roaring waves crash upon the banks,
Egyptian men of war taste blood within their ranks.
The bows with arrows ready to shed blood, And run the sea red as it flows like a flood. The heat, the tension builds and charges the very air, The promised land seems so remote from here.
Turn to him who led them to this awful place,
As he walks to the waters edge, knowing his God’s grace. Hold the staff out across the waters wide, Confident that the mighty God stands by his side. A sudden hush as a powerful wind begins to scream,
People rub their eyes, surely this can only be a dream. The waters stop, parting before his extended hand, For they cannot stop him reaching the Promised Land. The chariots stop amazed by what they see, A long line of slaves making their way home under the sea.
The sandy floor firm under their tired feet, Fleeing a proud Pharaoh who will not accept defeat. Ever forward, their destiny to meet, To their oasis in the desert’s heat. Then with a roar of anger and hate,
Thirsting for death the soldiers will not wait.
Surging forward as the last man crosses Heaven’s gate, And a great army charges forward to meet it’s fate. As the last man scrambles out onto the dry far side rock, The sand runs out relentlessly as a ticking clock.
The great shepherd gathers to safety his flock,
While the angry waters close in on the Egyptians still in shock. Amazed, a people watch their devastated foes, Deep in his heart each one knows. Their days of slavery have come to a close, Turning to the only man who really knows. Start to walk towards the given place, Children of God, ever tasting God’s grace. Far now from their shame and disgrace, Homeward bound at last, led by the only man to see God’s face. D.J. Quinn
February 2002 | 
