out of the chains of Egypt
in too much haste to let my bread leaven
I'm leading someone, if not just myself,
to a different world
I heard my Deliverer's voice
and saw Him move winds
With each sandy step
I know more and more that it is our time
to step out of slavery
and into sonhood
Although I can barely see my next step
as my last print blows away
I am where I'm meant to be
at this moment
My history becomes my destiny
and my walk, a legend
My feet bake in the sun
My bread is unleavened
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