In The Loins Of My Father

 Through the Red Sea I journeyed, in the loins of my father..

To a land of great promise, to seek the souls I should gather.

The terrain was anointed, to welcome every step..

For everything about me, was destined for success.

On my left and my right, I chose not to look..

As distraction was rampant, like bait on a hook.

From the clutches of slavery, at last I was free..

To conquer and continue, the blessings meant for me.

By day I sweat and laboured, but by night I was reborn..

For the multitude of mercy, came without scorn.

My strength sometimes wavered, yet through it all..

My hope was in the Master, who answered when I called.

How picturesque my fortune, that my eyes should behold..

Such vastness of beauty, to have and to hold.

Behind was no more, with no crushing to the bone..

For the dawn was finally broken and I was not alone.

Marvelous and matchless, beyond my  understanding..

Were the olive trees in harvest, with wealth so demanding.

My voice so sweetly singing, as a melody of praise..

Traveled up to heaven, upon clouds that held my gaze.