When I trod under shadow of that great wave,
Was last time I doubted His power to save.
Choose this day…whom will I serve?
I remember those days so very long ago
When our backs bent and dwelt in shadow.
Some tried to say we sat around pots
Eating our fill and drinking our draughts.
That tells nothing of how they used to mope.
I remember well the futility of hope.
I wondered then with some great nerve,
Are these who we were meant to serve?
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I also remember when Moses returned,
It was the first time I truly learned
That we aren’t alone, that our God hears.
Demonstrated He our needless fears
Were only that, and we needn’t shiver.
There is no captive that He cannot deliver.
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One blow after another brought Egypt to heel,
And forced even mighty Pharaoh to kneel.
On the shores of the sea, Red only by name,
The God of our fathers proved more of the same.
When I trod under shadow of that great wave,
Was last time I doubted His power to save.
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While this petulant, grumbling people,
Sought from a distance to wheedle
Poor heckled Moses, the friend of God,
That tent and cloud bid me linger on hallowed sod.
Drawn by His beauty, His holy essence,
I only longed to be closer to His presence.
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I was one of the spies sent into Canaan.
Remember well their efforts to rein in
Caleb’s and my assured fervency
For a land flowing with milk and honey.
I knew even when our people feared our report,
The promises of God are worth waiting for.
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And on the other side of Jordan’s shore
I met the Captain who was clearly more.
The ground made holy, I knew Him then
As the One who settled on Moses’ tent.
Oh LORD, let Your work not be squandered.
In spite of us, You’ve more than conquered.
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I’m an old man now dwelling on promised land,
Each circumstance declaring the work of His hand.
An unworthy, careless, recalcitrant lot
I’m convinced His intent is more than we ever thought.
What eyes have not seen nor mind can conceive,
He is preparing for those who believe.
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Choose this day…What choice is there?
Yet they will fail and the stones bear witness,
To their arrogance and blatant unfitness.
What of me? And what of my house?
It’s been long since we’ve had any doubts.
All my life He has fought for me
Lifted me o’re each hurdle to victory.
He’s heard ev’ry whispered prayer,
So I say again, “What choice is there?”
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