How Many Moseses?

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How many boys have we sent down the river?
How many came back to lead us home?
How many have fought and died for us to be free?
How will the next generation be shown?

The prince of Egypt grew up in pharaoh’s house
At his coming of age, he learned the truth
He asked the man, whom he called “father”, about
Why his people were slaves,
That he saw making bricks since the days of his youth
The man said that the burden was on his shoulders
To raise an empire from the depths of the sands
And marry it with the glory and splendour of the Nile
To make it into a respected and prosperous land
On the backs of people who were working in piles:
The chosen people who were doomed to be slaves
And the burden was on the shoulders of the slaves
To carry sand, mud and straw to the pyramids in single file
And build them high into the sky
While down in the dust, their souls were engraved
The God of Israel heard the peoples dispirited cry,
And freedom slowly unfolded in the hearts of the brave…

How many boys have we sent down the river?
How many came back to lead us home?
How many have fought and died for us to be free?
How will the next generation be shown?

It’s the burden of the emperor
Against the trials of Moses
It’s the word of the Creator
Against the idols of man
The workers of iniquity
And the faith of the chosen
Formed our unique world history,
And now here we stand
Here we are, born to be rulers:
To uphold the principles of the holiest people in the universe,
Against the immorality of the oppressors
And the wickedness that they planned
It first started with the slaughter of young brown boys –
Population control, they were cast into the river –
Lest the Hebrews should grow mightier than the children of Ham
But Moses was saved so we could walk through the desert
Away from Egypt, to claim a better, new promised land
So the truths that we hold to be evident and righteous
Written on stone tables by God’s own hand,
Served as a guide, a light, to right us
And lead us into His kingdom with Christ at His right hand
So it’s the walk of the faithful
Against the talk of the faithless,
The mark of the beast versus the seal of the Lord;
The ark of the covenant and the dove of peace
Versus the gods of the global elite and the eagle of war

How many boys have we sent down the river?
How many came back to lead us home?
How many have fought and died for us to be free?
How will the next generation be shown?

So Moses’s real Father came to him in the hills
And revealed Himself in a bright burning bush
He told Moses to go and free the children Israel
From the hold of pharaoh, no matter how tough it looked
The Most High was with him;
The rod and the staff, lined up on the horizon
Between future and past –
Was dipped into the sea, which caused a great chasm –
From shore to horizon,
So they walked down a dry path
From shore to horizon,
From past to future:
Without a threat from Poseidon,
Into freedom at last
Into the depths they went riding,
His army washed up in pursuit:
But pharoah survived
Only to die in old age,
Shamed by the truth and mocked by his wrath
There can be miracles
We can achieve
We will get there, somehow…
Somehow, we will
Only if we have faith and obedience to believe…

How many more boys must go down the river?
How many will come back to lead us home?
How many will fight and die for us to be free?
And how will the next generation be shown?

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