The Greatest Miracle

Upon the edge stands he Moses

He, with unblinking eye, pauses

The whispers of the mocking waves

Try to undo his faithful nerves

The dying flame of the big red ball

Paints on the see of a nation's fall

                                       He sighs...

Pharaoh's stallions do not relent

But to the Voice of God he gives intent

Up his arm he rolls his cuff

And spreads across the sea his staff

Then a stiff breeze of uncommon might

Makes his beard take to flight

                                       He smiles...

         CLANG!----The nail drove deep in flesh

         Delivering a batch of pain afresh

         They erect the cross in haste

         And lay our Savior's life to waste

         They spill his blood his red, red blood

         He forces a groan and leans forward

                                        And dies...

The Lord hurls forth a mighty breeze

That thrust itself between the seas

Throws them apart and bids them freeze

They swell and heave, obey and ease

So the sons of faith and her daughters

May to Canaan pass through the waters

                                          They pass...

The sea was red and very red

For on the cross our Savior bled

His blood parts so we may be free,

From sin to Salvation walk we .

Pharaoh the sin, under layers of sea

Lies buried till eternity!


— Tichakunda Michael Majena (2009)