I Carry Egypt On My Back

I Carry EgYpt On My Back The stuff is just junk most of the things that I find. I keep it all in as I bend into the wind as I walk. I have a large back pack and a small shoulder bag. I place the things from my scroungeing some up and some down. I do not look back as I continue my walk. It remains in my keeping my holdings as the clown carries them. I call it my gather like the Hebrews they did. The manna from the wilderness is what they did eat. I carry EGYPT in my backpack,I carry it all on my back. The price is my freedom,the cost is the Cross. The places I go and the people I see. The shampoo and the bus schedule and my sizzors is there too. I have the whole house on my back. I can carry EGYPT on my back. I have no lack of bread in my house. There is no room for the mouse. I carry EGYPT on my back. I walk. I am heavy.