On this side of the Red Sea,
let us lay down our worries.
We do not need to clean
our closets before crossing.
On this side of the Red Sea,
let us look up at eternity
written in the sky with a cloud,
a pillar of fire, blocking our view.
Sing with me, brothers,
dance with me, sisters.
God is with us, and we are breathless.
the seas curl up like living scrolls,
and we walk in unlikely places,
touching ground that living feet have not trod.
Sing with me, brothers,
dance with me, sisters.
If the water or the wilderness consume us,
we will have already
worshiped God
for setting us free.
Sing with me, brothers,
dance with me, sisters.
I miss being only an hour away from you...
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