His presence is ever shifting,
Yet never leaves in an abandoned flight,
But will he keep my brother from drifting?
The weight of our sin will be lifted,
Our darkness turned into demanded light,
If only Moses could see this being scripted
Yahweh the Lord of Lords,
He will lead us out of our plight,
Using Moses as his sword,
Oh, baby brother,
Please realize this is your fight,
We are not some others
Oh, young prince of captive nation,
Use all of God's glory and might,
Deliver us into God's true creation.
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Inspired
PoetryA collection of original poetry and short stories (Because sometimes I get into that artsy-fartsy mood)
