I will not forget the night that we left Egypt.
I remember clutching the baby, and the borrowed treasure,
And the screaming in the houses
As those people found their children.
I was not sorry, I was glad and terrified
Because I knew that when they made the connection
They’d be on our heels
We were on our way, through the dark
Night and day, following that cloud, that pillar of fire
It circled behind us, when the army came
We could hear the horses in the dark, hear the chariots grinding
All through the night
And the wind blew so hard I could not breathe.
We were caught between the fire and the shoreline knowing
That Pharaoh was just behind the fire, just behind
And we were trapped.
Moses kept waving towards the sea, hollering that we should go
And what, drown? but Nachshon waded out until
All we could see was his head, disappearing
And the sea, churned up by the wind, seemed to part before him
We rushed into the breach
on our way to the future.
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