Moses stood with Aaron near, Before the throne, without a fear. “Thus says the Lord,” their voices rang, “Let Israel go, to praise and sing.”
But Pharaoh scoffed, his heart like stone, “I know no Lord, leave me alone.” He saw not faith, but idle hands, And tightened chains with cruel demands.
“No straw,” he said, “yet bricks must rise, Let toil and sweat replace their cries.” The task grew harsh, the burden deep, While hope grew faint and hearts did weep.
Yet in the fire, a promise glows, That God still sees, and mercy flows. Though trials mount and freedom stalls, His voice still echoes through the walls.