Moses

I mean for you to be free.
So tomorrow you will flee.
She sings a song.
A farewell to all that she loves.

The Lord sends here a sign.
The hour has finally come.
Saints saved her before.
Now the mortals will be there for her.

Men ride by her in the night.
However, God is always with her.
She must find someone that she can trust.
This objective is a must.

The broom becomes a staff.
She is startled when it becomes a rifle.
She hides under blankets in a wagon.
She sings, swing low, sweet chariot.

She tells the Lord she misses her folks.
The Lord says to use the lessons learned.
She can't outrun the people after her.
So she sheds her shoes to trick the dogs.

She remembers dreams where she flew as a bird.
The Lord says fly your faith now has wings.
She had to hide inside a potato pit.
Seven days pass and then she marches onward.

A wagon ride takes her to freedom.
Now in the Promised Land, Philadelphia.
She asks, is this heaven Lord?
No, Harriet, free soil.

Now she faces a new danger.
She is now a complete stranger.
Risking her own life,
She goes back to the dreaded south.

She hears thier groans, and sees their tears.
Harriet, be the MOSES of your people.
And when free souls sing her praises,
She gives glory where it is due.