H oly Mountain, Fiery Sky,
Rocks come tumbling as
I AM draws nigh.
The Sea does rumble and
The waves do roar,
Yet there is peace
On the ocean floor.
Desert heat and
Desolate land,
There fruit will grow
At the L-RD's command.
Nature will indeed
Give a show
When at the end,
They
"LET MY PEOPLE GO"!
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LET MY PEOPLE GO!
by Eva
Published December 6, 1998
The Jerusalem Post Daily Internet Edition