The whip cracked loud, the orders came, No straw today, yet bricks the same. Across the fields, they searched in vain, Through dust and heat, through sweat and strain.

The masters barked, “Work faster still!” No mercy shown, no time to fill. Their hands grew raw, their spirits torn, Their cries unheard, their hope forlorn.

“Why fail?” the taskmasters demand, Though Pharaoh’s law was harshly planned. The lash fell hard, the hearts grew weak, Yet still they labored, dared not speak.

But deep within their silent groan, A prayer arose to Heaven’s throne. For though the night was long and cold, God’s promise still would soon unfold.

© Christian National Church of Christ