Still

Still

The sea stands cold before me, vast and deep.

The thunder of their chariots stands so clear.

My children clutch my robe and shake with fear.

The waves mock every hope I tried to keep.

Stand still, fear not, release your trembling hand.

The battle is not yours, so do not flee.

Trust what your eyes have not yet learned to see.

Be still and watch the Lord fight where you stand.

My knees go weak, my throat is tight with prayer,

Lift my eyes though everything seems undone,

And choose to stop when every nerve says run.

Something inside me breaks and gasps for air.

For in this stillness God begins to move.

The waters part and show what faith can prove.

 "By His Hand Alone"

The river bled and Egypt's thirst went dry.
Cattle fell, yet in Goshen not a sound.
Brought in and sheltered from the stone-cold ground.
Framed by unseen hand beneath an angry sky.

Darkness touched and pressed Egypt to the floor.
The river turned to blood along its track.
Pharaoh's heart like stone would not give Israel back.
At night a nation's pride breaks even more.

Doors marked by blood so death may pass you by.
The angel trampled over Egypt's ground.
Israel's doors passed over without sound.
A pillar rose to guide beneath the sky.

So Israel rose and left their chains behind.
Led out by God, the promised land to find.

Content based upon Exodus chapters 7-13

Breakdown done by AI NotebookLM.  audio discussion of poem