Covenant Trumps Circumstance

When Israel were captives in Egypt
Denied their rights and forced to slave
In back-breaking toils of brick making
They remembered the promise God gave
And cried against the oppressive rulers
Who whip-lashed their burdened backs
Yet added no mortar to ease their tasks
In the midst of such precarious peril
They were still children of the covenant
Though despised and treated ill
After four hundred years in God’s will
Israel had only lost her fellowship
Through exile from the land of promise
The Covenant was not premised on geography
Misery and penury could not annul destiny
Today’s Israel-the elect church takes solace
In her straits she rests on God’s sovereignty

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His Mercies: A tale of two Journeys

Israel’s exodus from Egypt to the Good Land
Typifies the Church’s march from Earth to Glory
Christ leads consecutive itinerant pilgrim bands
And scripts a similar but happily divergent story

Israel marched under banner of the Pillar of Fire
The Angel who led them in God’s Name was swift
To severely punish any enactments of sinful desire

For the blood of the old covenant was weak and frail
It merely covered sin without the power to remit
It deferred guilt with impaired mercy on wilderness trail
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Miriam and Aaron: Prophetic Siblings

Miriam and Aaron were the siblings of Moses
Prophet siblings of a great and mighty prophet
The trio were prophets-God chooses as He pleases
This is predestination’s result not a DNA effect

Miriam was that prophetess who as a young lass
Advised Pharaoh’s daughter to appoint Moses’ mother
As his wet nurse after he was rescued from Nile’s water

Many years later on the shore of another sea
She ‎led the victorious Israelites to sing of deliverance
They basked in the joy of freedom and salvation so free
Future Psalmist learns that a horse is a vain hope for safety
‎In midst of a fiery battle or on life’s peaceful lea

Yet one day she and Aaron spoke evil of Moses
Murmuring about his choice of an Ethiopian wife
‎They mused and groused, should he not marry a Jew?
‎God was vexed at the disregard and the strife
He summoned the trio for a status review

God smote Miriam with leprosy for her fantasy
For she believed she was at par with Moses
Had God not spoken to her and Aaron?
Moses was over the House of Israel-‎anointing has doses
He was the prophet of the age, leader of the exodus
If they had realized this there would no fuss

Aaron too was in the wrong for he pleaded for mercy
He was not the most perfect man to see
But God had chosen him in Egypt to be
A prophet to Moses, who was his god
God spoke to Moses; Aaron re-echoed the Word

It was Aaron that founded the line of Levite priests
‎Being the first high priest of the Mosaic law
Which continued for generations though it had a flaw
The heart of its adherents remained a putrid s‎ore
Animal blood could not kill the desire to sin more

Yet this Aaron was easily swayed by the congregation
‎While Moses waited at the mount for instruction
Murmuring Israel were in devilish insurrection
Where is Moses? They cried for a tangible god
Aaron obliged them with golden calves for worship
A template for the many that walk the way that’s broad

Aaron was the master of the righteous turn
A return to first love ‎before judgment’s dawn
Once a livid Moses descended the mount
Aaron switched sides and was part of the godly count
Others perished, lacking patience, piety or penitence

Miriam and Aaron were greater than all their mistakes
Surely they would be with us behind the pearly gates
‎These scriptures were written for our instruction
If through dark voices, from the path you stray
At first light please return to the narrow way
Return like Aaron before judgement’s hourglass is done
Learn from Miriam and never in baseless rage
C‎hallenge the vindicated Word for the age

A Prophet Like Unto Moses

Moses thus commissioned went to Pharaoh
With his message of Exodus and Jewish liberation
As prophesied, Egypt’s ruler did not budge
For God had destined a time of tribulation
To show His power can cure bondage’s scourge

Plague after plague descended on Egypt
Yet she persisted, energized by stubborn will
And death-seeking defiance, dance of the crypt

Soon there was blood on the Nile
A sudden hail of flies, frogs and locusts
A rain of destruction on livestock
‎ Three days of darkness in the land of the cursed
With light in Hebrew Goshen-still defiance bossed
Till the last plague-death of all first born at dawn

The nation of Israel went on their merry way
With gold and silver jewels their severance pay
‎The Egyptians were eager to retire them early
Only at end of their toils were they treated fairly

The marching band, Canaan-bound ‎soon halted
The path God chose led through the foaming sea
Behind lurked a wistful king leading a racing army
To reclaim the departing whom they had set free

What would Moses do in this siege of pain?
Midst murmuring and tears, God asked him to speak
The waters fled for dread and Israel walked on sea bed
Pursuers followed, hoping to prey on the weak
Moses closed the sea path and predators floated
Bloated bodies ‎that Israel in victory ballads noted

They camped around the bitter waters of Marah
No one could drink in this wasting wilderness
Moses sweetened it, it was God’s tenderness

They fed on manna, heaven-baked angels’ food
When they lusted for meat, He rained birds
‎In this Exodus, God provided all things good

Moses was unlike any other prophet
Not for him the fading dream or clear vision
God spoke to him from lip to ear, direct and clear
‎He was a Divine Law-giver ordained to his nation

When Israel sinned and God threatened destruction
Moses offered himself to die instead of his nation
He felt it was better he perished ‎than all he cherished
God spared Israel and accepted his intercession

Centuries later, Christ the Law-giver of Mount Olives
Died to save His elect nation from Divine wrath
Sparing us in this Exodus, swapping His life for lives

Yet this Moses did not attain object of the Exodus
He only saw the land of promise from afar
Goaded by Israel he struck the water-giving Rock‎ twice
Strike the Rock once, after that, speak for water
Was the instruction he failed to perform to the letter

Christ the Rock was smitten once at Calvary
He was smitten for salvation, sustenance and healing
To drink life-giving water, speak to Him without wavering
‎Crucify Him not again by despising His sacrifice
Lest in this Exodus you perish for unbelief’s vice

Yet this Moses was vindicated in the end
For in Egypt, he bore the reproach of Christ’s message
Centuries later, he stood with glorious visage
With Him for whom he stood, on Mount Transfiguration
Speaking with the Rock as disciples watched in admiration