You’re Not An Egyptian
My child, you’re not an Egyptian,
You were raised as a child of the Light.
Though you run far and wide,
You can't escape, cannot hide;
You will never be out of God's sight.
My child, you’re not an Egyptian,
You were raised as a child of the Light.
Though you run far and wide,
You can't escape, cannot hide;
You will never be out of God's sight.
My child, you’re not an Egyptian,
And your heart of hearts knows this right well.
You can bury yourself,
Put your heart on a shelf;
But the knowledge continues to swell.
And your heart of hearts knows this right well.
You can bury yourself,
Put your heart on a shelf;
But the knowledge continues to swell.
My child, you’re not an Egyptian;
Sin's stains look ill on your face.
Its' chains drag you down,
Soil your white wedding gown,
And frustrate the Dove of God's Grace.
Sin's stains look ill on your face.
Its' chains drag you down,
Soil your white wedding gown,
And frustrate the Dove of God's Grace.
My child, you’re not an Egyptian!
Too much time's been invested in you,
By those who have cared,
And have willingly shared;
Teaching you to be loyal and true.
Too much time's been invested in you,
By those who have cared,
And have willingly shared;
Teaching you to be loyal and true.
My child, you’re not an Egyptian,
You're bewitched by Egypt's facade.
So the war rages on,
`Twixt God and Dagon;
But my trust's in the promise of God!
© MJKinnee
June 1993
You're bewitched by Egypt's facade.
So the war rages on,
`Twixt God and Dagon;
But my trust's in the promise of God!
© MJKinnee
June 1993
6 comments:
This is one of my favorites too - it's lovely to read it again.
I love you!
CMBW
That is a beautiful poem. I hadn't read that one before.
Thank you.
Kendra
My brother-in-law has caused years of grief for my family. He's making short strides toward a return but I am going to send this to my mother-in-law to encourage her to stay the course.
Rodger Mangold
Just what I need.
Colleen
I am the mother of Rodger Mangold who not only sent it to his mother-in-law, but also sent this to me. Have I been blessed by reading this? I can only say it does my heart good to know that God goes to extreme measures to reassure his people that He will never fail to give them what they need at the hour they need it.
Deanna Mangold
As the child that this poem was written about.....I wanted to let you know that I still have a paper copy from my sweet 16 birthday in a photo album here in the house. It may not have been gratefully/gracefully accepted when it was written but it is one of my favorites.
Love
MaryBeth
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