If you are astonished at Moses' deeds, you will be more astonished at Pharaoh's. Not-Moses declared himself to he a prophet, but Pharaoh declared himself to be God.
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The Plagues On Egypt
When God spoke to Moses about Egypt He made it clear from the start,
To show His Power and Glory He was going to harden Pharaoh's heart.
When Aaron's staff became a snake Pharaoh turned to his magic art,
Because he relied upon sorcerers God began to harden his very heart.
And when God plagued Egypt with blood and frogs throughout the land,
Pharaoh saw relief and he refused to acknowledge God's Uplifted Hand.
Even when God turned the dust into gnats causing the magicians dread,
And pointed to The Finger of God; Pharaoh was unmoved like God said.
Next He plagued Egypt with flies in all the houses and on the ground,
But to make God's people distinct in Goshen not a fly could be found.
God then struck and killed all of Egypt's livestock out in the field,
And even though none died in Goshen, Pharaoh still would not yield.
When the soot in the air turned into fine powder throughout the land,
The magicians broke out with boils and before Moses could not stand.
With hail God struck down all that was in the field that had breath,
And He followed with a plague of locusts to devour all that was left.
Since Pharaoh refused to obey due to his heart's increasing hardness,
God gave light to His people and covered Egypt in complete darkness.
God finally struck down all the firstborn of Egypt by Uplifted Hand,
This caused Pharaoh to expel the Israelites out of his wicked land.
Such A Great Salvation
After 400 years in Egypt, God did not forget His promise to Abraham,
And He sent Moses back to lead Israel into the Blessed Promised Land.
God's awesome power through His miracles was apparent from the start,
And for the sake of His people, God began to harden Pharaoh's heart.
From bondage in the land of Egypt, God delivered His entire nation,
But never did they stop complaining, to see God's arm of Salvation.
With Pharaoh's army in the sea, God's Salvation to the eye was clear,
But on the other side in safety, hearts were still gripped with fear.
When the spies went into the land their eyes of flesh could not see,
That this was the land God promised to Abraham through all Eternity.
And because their father Abraham did not display his faith like this,
When he heard God, he believed and was credited with righteousness.
Unbelief was the cause of the Israelites wandering in the wilderness,
For God used it to purge the next generation of such unrighteousness.
However, Joshua and Caleb believed God and Moses just like Abraham,
So God used these two men to lead all Israel into the Promised Land.
And Moses said a Prophet like himself would be raised up in the end,
The Prophet was Jesus Christ whether you believe it or not my friend.
The Church can look back on the fulfillment of this great revelation,
So how, my friend, can you turn your back on such a great Salvation?
(Copyright © 02/2002)
Faith of The Saints of Old
The faith of the saints of old, is recorded in Scripture of us to behold,
Believers today in God of the past, whose faithful ways eternally last.
Past men and women of the faith, were kept by His Amazing Grace,
Looking always to God’s Love, for guidance and comfort from above.
Upon Moses, God had His hand, to guide him to the Promised Land,
The land of promise which He swore, to Abraham many years before.
And before Moses, it was his Mom, who was in The Almighty’s palm,
As she placed her baby in the reeds, relying on God for all his needs.
God then sent Pharaoh’s daughter, to find her baby upon the water,
As a son she would take him in, but God had his Mother care for him.
Moses was then raised up in luxury, as his people were far from free,
But God would use Moses the man, as deliverer from Pharaoh’s hand.
Moses would lead every Israelite, through the Red Sea by God’s might,
Today just like Moses at the exodus, in Christ, God can deliver all of us.
The Pharaohs that come into our life, are no task at all for Jesus Christ,
And as the Eternal Children of God, He goes with us wherever we trod.
God raised Christ up triumphantly, for today’s believers like you and me,
To help us through the seas we face, through the water by God’s Grace.
Scripture’s best example is God’s Son, who God raised up for everyone,
Now in the hollow of God’s Hand, we’ll reach His Eternal Promised Land.
(Copyright ©10/2006)
On The Way To The Promised Land
What God displayed to all of Egypt with His Powerful Uplifted Hand,
Was only the start of Israel's journey to The Blessed Promised Land.
The Egyptians gave Israel gold and silver right after all the blight,
For God made the Egyptians favorably disposed to each Israelite.
When God had all the first born killed Egypt was filled with wailing,
But God passed over each blood covered Israeli home without failing,
God became for Israel a pillar of cloud by day and of fire by night,
And God covered Pharaoh with darkness but His people with light.
When Israel reached the Red Sea they were pursued by Pharaoh's army,
But God defeated the Egyptians by swallowing them up in the Red Sea.
Prior to this Moses said watch and see the deliverance of The Lord,
And with staff raised to part the sea they walked to the other shore.
To empower Moses for the journey and quiet those who began to mock,
God made waters at Marah sweet and produced even more from the rock.
And God whose presence on the mountain was such a humbling sight,
Feed His people with manna each day and feed them quail at night.
The quaking mountain of Sinai was more than just a majestic façade,
For on it Moses received stone tablets written by The Finger of God.
Moses was miraculously sustained on Sinai for 40 days and 40 nights,
This was to receive The Oracles of God in behalf of the Israelites.
Pharaoh
Hey....... Pharaoh!
So what is it you think you know?
As above so below?
You will never grow if you aim too low!
You remember the magic and the gods,
But you forgot where they came from,
You are still playing in the sand,
You should be flying amongst the stars,
While you stumble around,
Looking for fertile ground,
Our bodies fill the mound!
Hearts tightly wound,
Waiting for you to run aground,
You still trying to keep their secrets,
Secrets you don't understand,
Wish you could just be a man!
Oh lord deliver me from this land!
Hey....... Pharaoh!
So what is it you think you know?
As above so below?
You will never grow if you aim too low!
Look deep within your heart, find the truth,
Where do we come from, us on planet earth?
Who are we and where are we going to?
What is our true reality?
Time for you to fulfil your destiny,
Kings must lead and serve the many,
Before they can fly amongst the stars!
Hey....... Pharaoh!
So what is it you think you know?
As above so below?
You will never grow if you aim too low!
Hey......Pharaoh, who do you think you are?
Hey......Pharaoh, who do you think you are?
23 May 2012
NYC
poem by David Andre' Klopper
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On A Picture Of The Finding Of Moses By Pharoah's Daughter
This picture does the story express
Of Moses in the bulrushes.
How livelily the painter's hand
By colours makes us understand!
Moses that little infant is.
This figure is his sister. This
Fine stately lady is no less
A personage than a princess,
Daughter of Pharaoh, Egypt's king;
Whom Providence did hither bring
This little Hebrew child to save.
See how near the perilous wave
He lies exposëd in the ark,
His rushy cradle, his frail bark!
Pharaoh, king of Egypt land,
In his greatness gave command
To his slaves, they should destroy
Every new-born Hebrew boy.
This Moses was an Hebrew's son.
When he was born, his birth to none
His mother told, to none revealed,
But kept her goodly child concealed.
Three months she hid him; then she wrought
With bulrushes this ark, and brought
Him in it to this river's side,
Carefully looking far and wide
To see that no Egyptian eye
Her ark-hid treasure should espy.
Among the river-flags she lays
The child. Near him his sister stays.
We may imagine her affright,
When the king's daughter is in sight.
Soon the princess will perceive
The ark among the flags, and give
Command to her attendant maid
That its contents shall be displayed.
Within the ark the child is found,
And now he utters mournful sound.
Behold he weeps, as if he were
Afraid of cruel Egypt's heir!
She speaks, she says, 'This little one
I will protect, though he the son
Be of an Hebrew.' Every word
She speaks is by the sister heard.-
And now observe, this is the part
The painter chose to show his art.
Look at the sister's eager eye,
As here she seems advancing nigh.
Lowly she bends, says, 'Shall I go
And call a nurse to thee? I know
A Hebrew woman liveth near,
Great lady, shall I bring her here?'
See! Pharaoh's daughter answers, 'Go.'-
No more the painter's art can show.
He cannot make his figures move.-
On the light wings of swiftest love
The girl will fly to bring the mother
To be the nurse, she'll bring no other.
To her will Pharaoh's daughter say,
'Take this child from me away:
For wages nurse him. To my home
At proper age this child may come.
When to our palace he is brought,
Wise masters shall for him be sought
To train him up, befitting one
I would protect as my own son.
And Moses be a name unto him,
Because I from the waters drew him.'
poem by Charles Lamb
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Pharaoh and the Sergeant
". . . Consider that the meritorious services of the Sergeant Instructors attached to the Egyptian Army haue been inadequately acknowledged. . . . To the excellence of their work is mainly due the great improvement that has taken place in the soldiers of H.H. the Khedive." -- Extract from Letter, 1897
Said England unto Pharaoh, "I must make a man of you,
That will stand upon his feet and play the game;
That will Maxim his oppressor as a Christian ought to do,"
And she sent old Pharaoh Sergeant Whatisname.
It was not a Duke nor Earl, nor yet a Viscount --
It was not a big brass General that came;
But a man in khaki kit who could handle men a bit,
With his bedding labelled Sergeant Whatisname.
Said England unto Pharaoh, "Though at present singing small,
You shall hum a proper tune before it ends,"
And she introduced old Pharaoh to the Sergeant once for all,
And left 'em in the desert making friends.
It was not a Crystal Palace nor Cathedral;
It was not a public-house of common fame;
But a piece of red-hot sand, with a palm on either hand,
And a little hut for Sergeant Whatisname.
Said England unto Pharaoh, "You 've had miracles before,
When Aaron struck your rivers into blood;
But if you watch the Sergeant he can show vou something more. '
He's a charm for making riflemen from mud."
It was neither Hindustani, French, nor Coptics;
It was odds and ends and leavings of the same,
Translated by a stick (which is really half the trick),
And Pharaoh harked to Sergeant Whatisname.
(There were y ears that no one talked of; there were times of horrid doubt --
There was faith and hope and whacking and despair --
While the Sergeant gave the Cautions and he combed old Pharaoh out,
And England didn't seem to know nor care.
That is England's awful way o' doing business --
She would serve her God (or Gordon) just the same --
For she thinks her Empire still is the Strand and Hol born Hill,
And she didn't think of Sergeant Whatisname.)
Said England to the Sergeant, "You can let my people go!"
(England used 'em cheap and nasty from the start),
And they entered 'em in battle on a most astonished foe --
But the Sergeant he had hardened Pharaoh's heart
Which was broke, along of all the plagues of Egypt,
Three thousand years before the Sergeant came
And he mended it again in a little more than ten,
Till Pharaoh fought like Sergeant Whatisname.
It was wicked bad campaigning (cheap and nasty from the first),
There was heat and dust and coolie-work and sun,
There were vipers; flies, and sandstorms, there was cholera and thirst,
But Pharaoh done the best he ever done.
Down the desert, down the railway, down the river,
Like Israelites From bondage so he came,
'Tween the clouds o' dust and fire to the land of his desire,
And his Moses, it was Sergeant Whatisname!
We are eating dirt in handfuls for to save our daily bread,
Which we have to buy from those that hate us most,
And we must not raise the money where the Sergeant raised the dead,
And it's wrong and bad and dangerous to boast.
But he did it on the cheap and on the quiet,
And he's not allowed to forward any claim --
Though he drilled a black man white, though he made a mummy fight,
He will still continue Sergeant Whatisname --
Private, Corporal, Colour-Sergeant, and Instructor --
But the everlasting miracle's the same!
poem by Rudyard Kipling
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Where is Moses
The ghetto streets are filled with lost souls.
They walk the night with no one to guide them.
Now as I watch a flame burn from a garbage can
I got but one question where is Moses?
Where is Moses to lead all these lost souls to the promise land?
Where is Moses so that he may reach his staff out and part
the sea of bullets that fly through the sky?
Where is Moses so that he may preach to masses
and tell them worship not that idle God known as a crack pipe,
but worship Jesus?
Is Moses some where sitting on a mountain writing
his next top ten rap song?
I know God would never forsake any of his children
but Lord we need guidance. So where is Moses?
Hymn 49
The works of Moses and the Lamb.
Rev. 15:3.
How strong thine arm is, mighty God!
Who would not fear thy name?
Jesus, how sweet thy graces are!
Who would not love the Lamb?
He has done more than Moses did,
Our Prophet and our King;
From bonds of hell he freed our souls,
And taught our lips to sing.
In the Red Sea, by Moses' hand,
Th' Egyptian host was drowned;
But his own blood hides all our sins,
And guilt no more is found.
When through the desert Isr'el went,
With manna they were fed:
Our Lord invites us to his flesh,
And calls it living bread.
Moses beheld the promised land,
Yet never reached the place;
But Christ shall bring his followers home,
To see his Father's face.
Then shall our love and joy be full,
And feel a warmer flame;
And sweeter voices tune the song
Of Moses and the Lamb.
poem by Isaac Watts
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A 100% Pro-Abortion Record
“birth control by foetus murder
one of the few social services
president barak obama has backed
in a 100% Pro-Abortion Record”
check it on the internet!
obama spent spends your tax dollars
promoting unborn killer campaigns
in Mexico in the UN in Kenya!
April 14 2009 – obama administration
“releases document that claims pro-life people
may engage in violence or extremism”
April 17 2009 – obama administration
“releases the proposed guidelines
that implement his decision to allow
taxpayer funding of embryonic stem
cell research that involves
the destruction of human life.”
Pharaoh ordered all Jewish baby boys born
thrown into the Nile to be eaten by crocodiles
as an early extreme population control measure.
God declared this murder of innocents an evil sin.
This was at the time of the birth of Moses.
King Herod ordered murdered
all innocent baby boys two years
old and under in Bethlehem.
God declared this murder of innocents an evil sin.
This was at the time of the birth of Jesus.
What can be more innocent
than an unborn baby boy or girl?
barak obama is on promotion record
a 100% Pro-Abortion Promotion Record.
barak obama is using your American
tax payer dollars to murder the innocent
innocent unborn baby boys and girls
God declared this murder of innocents an evil sin.
This is today; now; at the time of the birth of no one!
barak obama by presidential order
ordered murdered the innocent unborn!
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Andy Veto
Andy Veto never slept a wink last night;
Darkeys, he's your Moses!
Andy had to take us extra drink last night;
Darkeys, he's your Moses!
There was one who led you thro' the sea, you know,
He who paid his life, and left you free, you know;
But Andy V. receipts the bill, so he, you know--
Why, darkeys, he's your Moses!
Come! Come! Joshua, come!
Don't you think it's time the journey closes?
For you kwow we'll never stand in the promised land
While Andy Veto's our Moses.
Moses can't afford to let his people vote;
Darkey's, he's your Moses!
He must watch his little flock, his own scapegoat,
For, darkeys he's your Moses!
Thinking of you brings him wakeful nights, you know;
You might up and take your "civil rights," you know,
And make a "war of roses" with the whites, you know;
So, darkeys, he's your Moses!
Andy Veto thought he wore a crown last night;
Darkeys, he's your Moses!
When the people spoke, it tumbled down last night;
But, darkeys, he's your Moses!
Were it not a pretty sight--methinks I see
Thirty million loyal people, proud and free,
Around the throne of Andy Veto bend the knee;
Oh, darkeys, he's your Moses!
Andy Veto been a fishing for "another term;"
Darkeys, he's your Moses!
Guess that when vacation comes we'll change the firm,
If, darkeys, he's your Moses!
Ev'ry-thing is going wrong while Andy leads;
We must change the diet on which Andy feeds;
Ah! "reconstruction," that is just what Andy needs;
And, darkeys, he's your Moses!
poem by Henry Clay Work
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Of Moses And His Wife
This Moses was a fair and comely man,
His wife a swarthy Ethiopian;
Nor did his milk-white bosom change her sin.
She came out thence as black as she went in.
Now Moses was a type of Moses' law,
His wife likewise of one that never saw
Another way unto eternal life;
There's mystery, then, in Moses and his wife.
The law is very holy, just, and good,
And to it is espoused all flesh and blood;
But this its goodness it cannot bestow
On any that are wedded thereunto.
Therefore as Moses' wife came swarthy in,
And went out from him without change of skin,
So he that doth the law for life adore,
Shall yet by it be left a black-a-more.
poem by John Bunyan
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Choice
Life bifurcates itself
Into Moses and Pharaoh
As objects of desire
To awaken Man's capacity
For choice.There's a hidden power
Within him
And when life repeatedly turns him
From one state of feelings to another
To reveal
The Truth through opposites
It grows stronger in insight,
Sinks not in sin, alive survives,
Illusion-the bandit that assaults
Human hearts.
poem by Yoonoos Peerbocus
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The Human Heart I (From he Holy Bible)
The human heart thinks evil all the time;
God's heart regretted for His making man;
Yet, He loved him most of creatures, He made;
He felt sorry from heart for His Deluge!
Man's heart longs for a wife as per his thoughts;
Pharaoh's heart hardened despite God's signs;
It does not yield to Moses' warning, threats,
And harden's more, when God gives him relief!
Man's heart hardens each time when God is kind;
Like Pharaoh, he fails to keep his promise;
He lapses back to sin when threats are gone;
Man's heart in remorse fills only when late!
God wants man's heart to stay most pure always;
The sound of a falling leaf can instill fear!
God wants man not to fulfill his heart's lusts;
Let heart fear God and keep all His commands!
Let hate and pride not grow and engulf heart;
God wants man to love Him with all his heart;
The Lord keeps testing man's heart to prove love;
Let heart not love the world, be led astray!
May heart of man worship the one true God;
Obey the Lord in everything He tells;
Rejoice by heart and render thanks to Him;
The God who changed Saul's heart, can all men's!
poem by John Celes
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You must not pity me because my sixtieth year finds me still astonished. To be astonished is one of the surest ways of not growing old too quickly.
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It always felt to me—a wrong
597
It always felt to me—a wrong
To that Old Moses—done—
To let him see—the Canaan—
Without the entering—
And tho' in soberer moments—
No Moses there can be
I'm satisfied—the Romance
In point of injury—
Surpasses sharper stated—
Of Stephen—or of Paul—
For these—were only put to death—
While God's adroiter will
On Moses—seemed to fasten
With tantalizing Play
As Boy—should deal with lesser Boy—
To prove ability.
The fault—was doubtless Israel's—
Myself—had banned the Tribes—
And ushered Grand Old Moses
In Pentateuchal Robes
Upon the Broad Possession
'Twas little—But titled Him—to see—
Old Man on Nebo! Late as this—
My justice bleeds—for Thee!
poem by Emily Dickinson
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Now Moses
Now Moses, what makes you so strange and forgetful?
How is it you heed what I tell you no more?
Just look at your picture -- who would not be fretful?
Your great muddy boots on my clean kitchen floor.
And there you are smoking -- Oh dear, 'tis provoking!
To tease and torment me it is your desire;
I'll throw your old-- no sir! indeed I'm not joking --
I'll throw your old meerschaum right into the fire!
Now Moses, you'll catch it! Now Moses, don't touch it!
Now Moses, don't you hear what I say? (don't you hear it?)
'Tis thus without stopping, the music keeps dropping,
For night after night, and for day after day.
Now Moses, do tell me now what are you doing
Off there in the pantry so still and so sly?
I know very well there is some mischief brewing --
Ha! that's what you're after, a whole cherry pie,
Stop! stop! you are taking the last of my baking,
The very last pie that was left on the shelf;
If ever one did, you deserve a good shaking,
And I've a great notion to try it myself.
Now Moses, come let us be pleasant and clever!
We must not in future lead such a sad life;
Come, you be my dear noble husband forever,
And I'll be forever your sweet loving wife.
Of course, some supposes that life is all roses,
But really I think that -- well now I declare!
You rascal! you villain! you stupid thing, Moses!
You laid your old currycomb right in my chair!
poem by Henry Clay Work
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Heart not found
Heart not found
And we survive
Astonished.
We closed the mind
Our thoughts and emotions
Are not found
And we are no dead
Astonished.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Go Down Moses
Chorus sings:go down moses
Way down in egypt land
Tell all pharaoes to
Let my people go!
Armstrong:
When israel was in egypt land...
Let my people go!
Oppressed so hard they could not stand...
Let my people go!
So the God seyeth: go down, moses
Way down in egypt land
Tell all pharaoes to
Let my people go!
So moses went to egypt land...
Let my people go!
He made all pharaoes understand...
Let my people go!
Yes the lord said go down, moses
Way down in egypt land
Tell all pharaoes to
Let my people go!
Thus spoke the lord, bold moses said:
-let my people go!
if not Ill smite, your firstborns dead
-let my people go!
God-the lord said go down, moses
Way down in egypt land
Tell all pharaoes to
Let my people go!
Tell all pharaoes
To
Let my people go
song performed by by Louis Armstrong
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For myself, I can only say that I am astonished and somewhat terrified at the results of this evening's experiments. Astonished at the wonderful power you have developed, and terrified at the thought that so much hideous and bad music may be put on record forever.
quote by Arthur Sullivan
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