Praising the Lord
Like our fathers we have sinned,
As freely as the blowing wind;
Knowingly done wrong full of guilt,
From iniquity we had built.
When being in a foreign land,
Working as slaves on the hot sand;
They did not have a second thought,
Of the miracles God had brought.
And they were full of ridicule,
That acts of mercy were just cruel;
As they rebelled next to the sea,
God making a joke from their plea.
But our Lord did not forsake,
Parting the waters He did make;
For His mighty powers be known,
As were being cast from His throne.
Rescued from the powers of one,
But adversaries made them run;
Till the waters covered their foe,
Then they finally had to know.
And our fathers then believed,
All the words that they had received;
As they sang praises in His name,
Of the miracles to proclaim.
Copyright © 2010 Richard Newton Sherrer
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