Exodus
The miracles you did
Back in Egypt were great
And you let me cross
On dry land, amazing,
But now I am thirsty
And the sun burns down
On this land You led
Me to, a scorching desert
Without hope of rain.
Like my ancestors, I
Am no better as I
Raise my weak fist
In anger; have you left?
Dragged me to the desert
To die of hunger, eaten
By the scavenging vultures?
And then I am ashamed,
For you brought them out
And the desert was safest,
A doorway to greater things.
So I sit by the waters
Of Marah and wait silently
For your strength, your hope
In the cold, dark nights
And your joy after forty
Years of disobedient unbelief.
Copyright © Karlin K. Jensen | Year Posted 2014
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