They came with pleas, their voices low,
To Pharaoh’s court, where harsh winds blow.
“Why strike us down for what’s not ours?
We’ve done no wrong yet bear the scars.”
Pharaoh’s heart was hard as stone;
He mocked their cries with chilling tone.
“No straw, no grace, just bricks and pain,
Return to toil, your hopes in vain.”
They turned away, their spirits crushed,
Their faces pale, their voices hushed.
There stood Moses, waiting still,
With Aaron by him, firm in will.
“You’ve made us stink,” the leaders cried, “
To Pharaoh’s men, we’re vilified!
You’ve handed us to death’s cruel hand,
No freedom here, no promised land.”
© Christian National Church of Christ