“The Heart That Would Not Bow”

He saw the fields go silent; hooves stilled in dust and death. He heard the cry of judgment but clenched his pride like breath.

The warning came with mercy, a chance to let them go, but Pharaoh’s heart was granite, refusing what he knows.

The plague did not touch Goshen, no lamb or ox was lost. God drew a line of favor and marked it with the cross.

Still Pharaoh sent his watchers to see if truth held weight. They found the herds unbroken, but still, his heart chose hate.

What good is proof to stonework? What light can pierce the blind? When pride becomes a prison, it leaves no peace behind.

Yet even in the silence, God speaks through what He spares. He guards the ones who worship, He answers unseen prayers.

So let the heart be softened, not hardened by control. For freedom is God’s promise, and worship is the goal.