Moses Birth Story: Saved by a Princess

 

In this story song you’ll see a frightened mother hiding her newborn in a dim reed hut, quietly praying as she cares for him. After three months she makes a small waterproof basket, tucks the baby in soft cloths, and sets it among the Nile reeds, hoping for God’s help. At dawn a compassionate princess walking the shore finds the basket, opens it, and is moved to mercy. A brave little sister steps forward with a plan, bringing the baby’s mother to nurse him in a discreet meeting, and the child grows under both love and protection.

In Egypt’s shadow, danger grew, Pharaoh’s law brought fear anew. A mother cradled her newborn son, Hid him where the daylight shunned. Three quiet months she kept him near, Prayers like whispers, trembling fear. Hold on, hold fast, through night and tide, Small hands of hope will not be denied. Mercy finds a weary heart, One brave act can change the start. She wove a basket, sealed with tar, Laid him safe where the reeds are. By the river’s edge she let him go, Trusting God where waters flow. A princess walking by the shore Heard a cry she could ignore no more. “Who left this child?” she asked the breeze, Her heart leaned in to bend his knees. “This must be one of the Hebrews,” she said, But pity led her to lift his head. A sister watched and dared to speak, “Shall I find a nurse?” her courage weak. The mother came and nursed him close, Her love the one who loved him most. The princess kept him for her own, Yet by his mother’s care was grown.

Hold on, hold fast, through night and tide, Small hands of hope will not be denied. Mercy finds a weary heart, One brave act can change the start. They named him Moses, drawn from the wave, A life preserved, a life to save. From hidden cradle, future grows— A river’s mercy no one knows. Hold on, hold fast, through night and tide, Small hands of hope will not be denied. Mercy finds a weary heart, One brave act can change the start.