'And on that night you will tell your son, saying: On account of this that the Lord did for me in my going forth from Egypt.' Exodus 13:8
Imagine it today a rag-tag procession two-three million souls advancing northward Mt. Sinai their goal A bearded prophet leading the way leaning on the staff he waved yesterday When lice swarmed down, locusts, hail Egyptian first-born at midnight dead Pharaoh sent forth a wail his subjects in mortal dread Israel reached the Sea her joy turned wary trapped ‘tween it and Pharaoh’s pursuing army Then brave Nachshon of Yehuda’s tribe walked into the waves setting the vibe The waves parted the sea split Their path charted Israel passed through... You may not believe me ~ but I was there too
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