God's Love

I pray and beg of thee; Commit me to your memory. * Place me among your 'Forget me nots'. In many ways my friend, I am a lot like you. In a food crisis, my best memory speaks, not of just bread and water, but also leeks. A bowed incivility is all that I had known. Egypt land where I was born never felt like home. Yet it was there I roamed but never really belonged. Liberties were greatly denied, but yet I thrived. My first taste of liberty led me to an angry sea. The Almighty protected me from my vicious enemy. From the miracle of the sea, I came to a place in the wilderness. I dreamed of comfort, security, and sweetness, only to be awakened to a nightmare of bitterness. But God always loves me with tenderness. 052922PS *Israelite experiences in Egypt