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God's Provision

  • Apr 13
  • 1 min read

Updated: Jun 7

March 23-29: Exodus 3-4


Moses- Moses, son of mine

I have a work for thee,

The crying of thy people sore

Ascendeth up to me.


Now go and open up thy mouth

And speak ye my command,

And lead thy people home again

By my almighty hand.


Oh cast far from thee all thy fear

And be ye not afraid,

For can I not direct the lips

My mighty hands hath made?


Perhaps the fear we slightly know

When God calls us by name,

But did He not provide the way?

And is He not the same?


© Julianne Young 2026



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