Zoan To Memphis
Marvellous things did He in the sight
of their fathers, in the land of Egypt,
in the field of Zoan ...
How He had wrought His signs in
Egypt, and His wonders
in the field of Zoan ...
For, lo, they are gone because of
destruction: Egypt shall gather them
up, Memphis shall bury them
— Ps. 78:12, 43; Hos. 9:6
In the field of Zoan,
where the plagues of Egypt was shown,
the awesome power of God was made known
In the valley of the tombs of the Pharaohs,
the feet of the Hebrew children took Exodus
They spoiled the hands of the time archers,
who shot four hundred oppression arrows
From the field of Zoan,
Moses carried away Joseph’s bones
On the oasis road leaving Zoan,
the Hebrew children sang the freedom song
Oh, the Rock of salvation they leaned on,
buried all of Pharaoh’s chasing chariots
in the Red Sea ... gone, east windblown
But the pure grapes of liberty was just too strong
And the Promised land in Canaan
sprouted Egyptian idols from Dan to Bethel
Thus the prophecy that was foretold,
upon leaving Egypt,
began to finally unfold
Sending the stiffnecked people of God
back into chains of oppression again
When the slave trafficking ships of Tyre
would come sailing in on a northern wind
And an iron European closed fist
dragged the scattered people of Zion,
weeping crying, back to Memphis
Mississippi bound, singing the delta blues
Black raisins in the sun wailing
in the cotton fields beggarly with no shoes
Plantation thorns in the soul
from gathering the white pain
in the fertile fields of Zoan
And the American cotton weary tears
has been nearly four hundred years long
From Memphis to Zoan,
I can hear the shipbuilder girdles groan
Egyptian vessels of slavery
are scaffold stamped seaworthy
From Zoan to Memphis,
I hear names being read from an auction list
Egyptian ships of merchandise
will fetch a commodities market high price
And the spiked crown lady,
dressed in queen of Tyre jewels,
continue to give empty leather promises
to the cursed people who came here with no shoes
From Memphis to Zoan
every idol is gon be overturned
From Zoan to Memphis,
God is gon open that Egyptian closed fist
And those ill-gotten spoils
are gon fall to the needy poor from the greedy rich
From Memphis to Zoan,
come watch the righteous power of God
bury every abominable idol wrong
When the children of Zion confess their sins,
then the hard,
long captivity of the blessed people will end
And the patient gospel waiting
for the twinkling transformation will begin
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2017
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