We stood where sea had split in two, a path of mercy cutting through. The walls of water held their breath, while heaven fought the tide of death.

Behind us, wheels and war gave chase, but God had set a holy pace. No sword was drawn, no shield was raised, just silence, stillness, hearts amazed.

The sea returned with thunder’s roar, and Egypt’s pride was seen no more. We watched the waves, now grave and wide, and knew our God stood on our side.

No longer slaves, no longer bound, We stood on consecrated ground. The fear we felt was turned to trust, for God is faithful, fierce, and just.

So let this shore be marked with praise, a monument to all His ways. He parts the sea, He fights, He saves and walks with us through desert days.

The silence of the Israelites and the thunderous return of the sea, a moment of awe, God’s judgment, and divine power.