forty years of wandering
forty years of bickering
forty years complaining
forty years
forty year
it took forty
years...
Better go back to Egypt
a slave but food to eat
better sleep
less bug bites...
who told God to bring us out -
we did?
Don't talk out loud
He may remember we cried
and He delivered.
Manna taste good -
but for forty years?
Not good enough
same everyday
no variety...
But,
no more fear
and lacking
but why not a savannah
to journey through?
Yet we get water
but the one back there
in the good ol' days
seem more familiar.
But,
we are not gong back
we must look ahead
so we go...
memories fade
no longer slaves
and all that remains is now
now I am free
now I can see
from the light
that goes before me
now I can smell
the greenness so near
now I am near
the Savior's touch
now I can say
this is enough
Salvation gained
walking through the parted sea
now I can feel
what I was meant to be
now I can touch the promise
given in the valley
forty years after eleven...
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