I Hear Music Ancient Music
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The Reeds rest in water by faith
You may recall Baby Moses' name
Or you may forget the Prince of Egypt
And his name, "Up from Reeds"
THE WIND IN THE WILLOWS
Also sings to and in the Weeds
The Reeds that feed, sing, civilize us
As in Egypt of Papyri fame, flames
Of music remind us to remember
For we are wont to forget, forget, forget ...
Then Mole, Rat, Boy Otter will be Teachers
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The music rises & falls among the Reeds
Ancient themselves, translators for us
From teachers from another Kingdom
We do remember, if we listen, above our din
That serenade the Presence, Healer-Helper
A name Hebrews knew in Exodus of Moses
Yahwah Rophikah, THE LORD MY HEALER
The Otter, the Mole, the Rat rarely forget
Even if they miss some of the words
That meander among the Reeds, rising ever
Lilting - seek my helping power, in that hour
Copyright © Anil Deo | Year Posted 2022
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