Sands fell from the sky in a land of cries
Blood ran streets, blood stained sheets,
First born children died, and to God some did deny
To let a Pharaoh so unruly rule their world, they wondered "Why?"
Try as they could they would curse
Fallen blames, they called him names
Still they searched, wondered which was worse,
What was their worth? What to quench the thirst?
A burst would erupt, as if God saw the rush
Then came the shush, Moses and the bush
Still they were tough, shaken, stirred and rough,
Upset, yet still in touch, screaming "God, When is Enough?"
"When cuts will bleed, youll look to me
And lean to mine, my will divine
Become pristine in my love for thee
And freedom will follow, not freedom lead."
