OLD poetry

Modern Day Moses

Hold us back, hold us back
pull me under, pull me under...
Falling down and out of grasp
like a child, I’m filled with wonder,
suffocating in all fear.
Drowning still without a sound,
Falling down and out of grasp
like a beggar on the ground.
Turn off the lights,
lost like you’ll never know,
ambling in wilderness,
out of touch, sunk so low...
Where are You now?
Deliver me from this land!
Bring me into your promises,
to a place my eyes can’t comprehend.
12 days turned into 40 years,
to those who’ve already passed,
Hungry for manna, dying to live,
death too long did last.
Don’t hold me back.
Don’t keep me away
from the promises,
just show the way.
The promised land is almost there,
they’ll be falling to their knees,
Deliverance from slavery,
burning bush and parting seas...
Set my people free.