Michael Bray

Author of A Time To Kill

None Like Moses

Ours is the God Who rides heaven
And reaches with those everlasting arms
Driving out that enemy before us
For a land of grain and wine.
“Blessed are you, O Israel!”
Nobody ever had it so good:
Bread dropped to you out of the sky
With God, Himself, your shield,
And no need of a sword when the Lord
Of heaven fights your wars!
Yeah, your enemies can only cringe
While you’re treading those high places,
But then the Lord sent Moses away.
Took a walk right up the mountain,
Up on Nebo to the top of Pisgah.
The Lord showed him
All that wonderful land
That he would not even touch!
Yeah, there he died where no man knows
A hundred and twenty years old.
His eyes were sharp and body strong
And never was another prophet like him
Whom the Lord knew face to face.

Deut. 34 at 0755 on 13 January

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