Fear not plucky little flock
For so they call you
Your size matters far less
Than God’s ordained will to bless
The way you tread is made for a few
Not to many is the promise due
The children of the bond-women
Are more-ask Sarah’s single son
The desolate have more children
Than the Wife of God’s Son
The Seed of Abraham today
Pass through the strait gate
That narrows to the Word-way
They march baggage-free in single file
Far from Ishmael’s hoarding hordes
From the bulrush, Moses went to the palace
Nursed by his mother, the godly Jochebed
Who told him God’s promise-that he was the ace
To deliver Israel and take them to their place
The glorious kingdom that Egypt then was
Led the civilized world in technology and thought
Palaces, treasure cities, sphinxes, all were wrought
Pyramids were so common they counted for naught
Their treatment of the dead was exemplary, not gory
They mummified dead fathers who they once deified
Moses was trained in these arts and then more
God was training His prophet at His enemy’s door
He learnt military skills; killing methods in days of yore
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