In Egypt’s land where shadows fell,
A cry arose, a tale to tell—
A Hebrew child, a mother’s prayer,
A basket woven with love and care.
The Nile flowed deep, the reeds stood tall,
A trembling hope, a mother’s call.
She placed her son upon the stream,
Entrusting God with every dream.
The river’s song, a lullaby,
As angels watched the waters sigh.
A princess came with gentle eyes,
And found the child with softest cries.
Compassion bloomed, a heart was stirred—
God’s silent answer, prayer was heard.
The babe was drawn from waters wild,
A mother’s faith, a rescued child.
His sister watched with beating heart,
And led the princess to impart:
“A nurse I know, a woman mild,
Can care for you this precious child.”
So Moses grew, by grace sustained,
By God’s design, His plan ordained.
From reeds to palace, hope anew—
A leader shaped, a promise true.
O Lord, who hears the hidden plea,
Who parts the sea and sets us free,
May faith like hers within us grow—
To trust Your ways we may not know.
