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Born of the river, child of fate,

Drawn from the waters to stand as great.

Crowned as a prince in Pharaoh’s hall,

Yet chosen of God above them all.

O Moses! Fire of the desert sky,

Lift up your staff, let the seas divide!

Breaker of chains, God’s thunder in hand,

Lead forth your people to the Promised Land!

He saw their tears, their cries of pain,

A nation bound in iron chains.

His heart ablaze, his spirit cried,

For justice burned, though a man had died.

He walked the wilderness, dust and stone,

Exiled, forsaken, yet not alone.

The bush was burning, the Voice proclaimed,

“Go now, My servant, declare My name!”

O Moses! Fire of the desert sky,

Lift up your staff, let the seas divide!

Breaker of chains, God’s thunder in hand,

Lead forth your people to the Promised Land!

Plagues of wonder, heaven’s might,

Pharaoh trembled before the fight.

River of blood, the darkness fell,

God’s own power no king could quell.

The waters parted, the pathway wide,

Israel marched, the foe defied.

The sea returned with roaring breath,

And Egypt’s army was swept to death.

From Sinai’s fire, the law was given,

Stone of the earth, yet voice of heaven!

Thunder spoke, the mountain shook,

God inscribed His holy book.

Moses the warrior, prophet, guide,

Friend of the Lord who walks beside.

Though he saw not Canaan’s land,

He placed it safe in Joshua’s hand.

O Moses! Flame that will never die,

Shepherd of Israel, chosen of High!

Breaker of chains, God’s thunder in hand,

Forever he leads to the Promised Land!