Burning Bush
Lately I have taken to writing about biblical events. I wonder why, since I never usually think about these things.
Fire on a mountain,
Sheep gone astray,
Bushes speaking
In the hot desert day.
God said to save them,
His people, from the son
Of the previous old pharaoh
Before the battle has begun.
He walked all through the desert,
The sun hot on his face,
The sand a constant demon,
Slowing down his pace.
He walked and walked for days,
But though god never lies,
He was slowly losing morale,
As he's left pondering family ties.
Who was his real mother?
Why did she leave him to die?
Or was it Pharaoh she saved him from,
Like so many mothers tried?
When he reached the forsaken land,
God sent the Egyptians a plague,
He sent them death and destruction
For those who, to Him, don't pray.
Through God, Moses saved his people,
He saved them from their doom,
Because god showed him a burning bush
On the mountains impressive gloom.
Sheep gone astray,
Bushes speaking
In the hot desert day.
God said to save them,
His people, from the son
Of the previous old pharaoh
Before the battle has begun.
He walked all through the desert,
The sun hot on his face,
The sand a constant demon,
Slowing down his pace.
He walked and walked for days,
But though god never lies,
He was slowly losing morale,
As he's left pondering family ties.
Who was his real mother?
Why did she leave him to die?
Or was it Pharaoh she saved him from,
Like so many mothers tried?
When he reached the forsaken land,
God sent the Egyptians a plague,
He sent them death and destruction
For those who, to Him, don't pray.
Through God, Moses saved his people,
He saved them from their doom,
Because god showed him a burning bush
On the mountains impressive gloom.
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