If I called on God
And asked for a rod
For like Moses, this red sea I must cross
Through the sea is my direction
At the ends yon is my reflection
I must puzzle this piece
If I must live in real peace
An eye of God looks from the heaven
Watching me trying to build my haven
Your paths I have fashioned
With me you will never be abandoned
Stiff necked we called our father
So soon I realize I too have to climb the ladder
Will this be a generational cycle?
As my sweat as blood trickle
Now like Moses I need my rod
Looking with tear in eye I desperately call on God.(Selah).
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