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Exodus

Moses was set adrift on the Nile in bulrushes, The freedom fighter had encounters with God, And trembled at the sight of the burning bushes Mountains quake, earth trembles, heaven is a flood. With rain, thunder peals, and the lightning flashes, Exodus begins with the terrors of Gods wrath, The storm in converse, moving to battle marches End the endless servitudes that deny good health. God is a deliverer, the most daring commander, Write the laws for generations to understand. Hear children crying from far, and draws nearer In the clouds going by crossing the burning sand. Echoes of the storm warning through retribution, After enduring advice with death and curse strife, The end of grief made the brief choice of freedom, A Passover for angels to hand out generous relief. Ten terrible plagues did not cleanse their mild faith, Only approves of pride where arduous sin survives, Stubborn and steep, the rank street stank with death, Sweeping aside the familiar and magical voices. Exodus, going out of one mess into another wilderness, To Mount Sinai, memories made the hardship escape, When tabernacle blesses, holy war rebellion possesses The ten commandments people’s mind could not keep. Troops scattering and stumbling off their feet, Fall upon civil heaps into the deep trampling waves, Pharaoh’s host would lie silent forever in defeat, Piled up at the bottom of the trackless seas. Turn of events snatch away the cruel margin of duty, Rest for the weary, in the land Moses never knew, The wandering warriors finished foreign captivity And after forty years the pleasant land was in view. Conclusion, salvation is Gods promise blessing Hope for the future that our offspring may inherit, Egypt was left empty, the perils of a world becoming A weaker state of humanity than Eden exhibit.

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