He saw the lash, the broken cry, A brother beaten, left to die. With trembling hands and burning heart, He struck the foe, then fled apart.

The palace walls could not contain the justice rising in his veins. But truth, when rushed, can turn to flight, Moses vanished into night.

By desert well, he found a place, A priest, a home, a quiet grace. He drew the water, calmed the strife, and gained a wife, a shepherd’s life.

A son was born, and with his name, He marked the ache, the foreign flame: “I am a stranger,” Moses said, yet hope still stirred where he was led.

While Egypt groaned beneath its chains, cries rose up like desert rains, God heard the sorrow, saw the pain,  whispered, “Soon, I’ll break the chains.”

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