The Story of Israel’s Slavery

 

Long after Joseph’s light had gone, A new king rose with heart of stone. He saw our numbers, feared our name, So he made slaves and gave us shame. Under Pithom’s sun we bent and toiled, Bricks and dust, our labor boiled. We will sing, we will stand, Holding hope with a trembling hand. When fear runs wild and rulers harm, Faith will guard us, faith will warm. Pharaoh’s command was cold as night: “Throw every newborn boy from sight.” Mothers trembled, tears fell like rain, Hearts in chains, suffering and pain. But Shiphrah and Puah would not obey, They held God’s law above the king’s way. We will sing, we will stand, Holding hope with a trembling hand. When fear runs wild and rulers harm, Faith will guard us, faith will warm. “Those women birth before we come,” They spoke with courage, steady, calm. God saw their fear of Him and stayed, He blessed their homes for choosing brave. Though Pharaoh tried to crush our voice, We kept our children, chose to rejoice. In darkest days a promise grows: God protects the seed He sows. We will sing, we will stand, Holding hope with a trembling hand. When fear runs wild and rulers harm, Faith will guard us, faith will warm. Courage lights the darkest night— Small brave hearts can change the fight.