What Could Freedom Be

-from the perspective of an Israelite slave during the Exodus from Egypt- Tell me; what could freedom be? Soon I’ll know, for soon I’ll see Tell me; what could freedom mean? It’s a thing I’ve never seen Once my fathers were free Long ago, as for me I remember the word That the ancestors heard We’d be lost, be enslaved Then Yah said we’d be saved We’d return to that land And that promise will stand Tell me; what does freedom mean? Does it mean I serve a King Who is gracious and just– Who’s a King I can trust? Would the whips and the wrong That I’ve known all along Somehow leave, somehow cease Would I somehow know peace? Does it mean I have food? Does it mean I have drink? Does it mean no more work In the mud where I sink? Tell me; what could freedom be? Does it mean You answer me? That Yehovah, King of all Came to save us–heard our call? Does it mean Yah would take Us and battle to make Us His people to bless And to rule and possess? Does it mean He would give Us a land where we’ll live? In that land shall we see What it means to be free? Does it mean that You know What we do, where we go? And if so, is it true That You notice me too? Can I dare to suppose That if us, Yah, you chose And we’re precious to You Maybe I’m precious too? Tell me; what could freedom be? Does it mean You care for me?