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GO SLAY THE
BABY BOYS!
Ordered
Pharaoh, evil king,
Fearful of
Israeli numbers,
And the
threats increases bring.
KILL THE
LITTLE BOY BABIES!
His edict had
come down,
And the
soldiers, following orders,
Searched the
countryside and towns.
The screams
of mothers, fathers, sisters,
Were heard
throughout the land,
As the tiny
baby boys
Were seized
by hostile hands.
One handsome
baby boy,
Who'd been
handpicked by God above,
Was well
hidden and protected,
By a mother
filled with love.
When the
soldiers then drew nigh,
She grabbed
her child and ran,
She placed
him in a safe container,
In the river,
close at hand.
He floated
down the watercourse,
'Till at last
caught in some weeds,
There,
spotted by the Pharaoh's daughter,
Who told her
servants, "Bring him, please."
So smitten
with his beauty,
And moved by
the baby's tears,
She took him
to her heart,
And comforted
his fears.
Thus, began
the life of baby Moses,
Who would
become a man of God,
A man for
whom a sea was stopped,
A man to whom
God gave His laws.
A child
chosen by the Father,
To one day
lead his people home,
Led by a
pillar and a cloud,
As holy
chaperones.
God, in all
His wisdom,
Had made
Moses Number-one,
Who then,
with God's direction,
Helped lay
groundwork for the Son.
Virginia
(Ginny) Ellis
Copyright © 2000
Moses In the
Bulrushes by
Keith Newtonis provided courtesy of
Christ-Centered Art
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