I know now what it means
To rest in the Land of Goshen.
With the hands of God guarding me
And passing plagues around my home
But touching me not.
I’ve been years in Egypt,
Slave to sin, my Pharaoh Satan.
Trapped, wanting out,
But pulled, pulled, pulled back in
Just as the moment ran out.
On the inside,
Looking out, knowing
There is a land that’s promised.
But frightful Pharaoh
Kept me locked,
Closed my blessings out.
And I cursed the blood
And cursed the locusts,
Wondering when my God would bring
His people to his house.
But what all this time
I didn’t see
Was the rainbow promise
arched over me – shielding,
giving boundary to
the Land of Goshen.
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