Inspired

Goodbye

His big brown eyes abnormally bright,

The guards haven't heard,

But baby brother might live through the night

His lungs are strong, filling the air with noise,

Pharaoh must not know,

Mother says he will slaughter all boys,

His hands are small, yet strong and firm is his grip

Footsteps we hear,

Pharaoh's plight, he has not got over it.

His feet are new but will carry him far

The footsteps grow louder

The basket I bring, woven and lined with tar

He squirms and he struggles, placed inside his safe haven

Now pounding has started

I flee like dark ravens

We race and we run, protecting our little one

The chasing has began

I refuse to come undone

Now splashing by river stream

The screaming has faded

The basket now drifts as if in a dream

I choke back my goodbye

The basket tips and turns

Water he passes but refuses to die

My God holds my very breath

The waves cradle him

I pray he avoids death

I walk over ground, dirt baked golden

A princess spots him

Has this one been chosen?

She grasps the basket, and peers inside

I duck and hide under weeds

The Egyptian queen must now decide

She holds him up, his journey complete

Guards come in, but it's too late

And then finally, God allows us relief