To Whom Else Have We To Go?

As my feet step foward, I feel the weight of Egypt behind me,
Summoning me, like a lover in a doorway, one whom I have known before.
His voice is so familiar- piercing and sheepish;
He knows the time of day I will be passing by.
I look down at my feet; A little girl with painted toes and anxious legs;
My eyes gaze before me towards my Lord. A smile spreads across my lips.
The pressure like the pumping of a heart is drawing me
from behind, rhythmically, relentlessly,
My soft smile begins to fade as my eyes flicker behind me;
Egypt offers me a warm cup to drink,
feathered robes and incense;
But my veil has already been sewn, so long ago by the one I love;
The Blood of the Lamb, it covers me,
The Voice of my Husband, it strengthens me;
Far better are His marvelous strains
Than a lukewarm bath in quiet oblivion.

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