B02 The Birth Of Moses Poem by Simple Simon

For Hebrews, it was a tough time,
When they became victims
Of this unabated crime,
Unleashed by soldiers on them.

From Levi tribe, a woman
Bore her husband a son.
The boy looked smart and fine
Somewhere, she kept him hidden.

Three months had passed.
No longer could she hide.
A strong basket with lid,
To keep the boy, she made.

She kept the babe in it
And placed the basket
In the tall grass near
The edge of the river.

His sister kept a vigil,
Watching this peril,
At a fair distance,
With all her patience.

The princess came there
For a bath in the river,
And saw the basket,
Where it was kept.

She told her servant
To go and get it.
There the maid went
And quickly brought it.

When the lid was opened,
She saw a weeping child.
His face, she closely read.
'A Hebrew babe, ' she said,

It was the boy's good time!
She felt sorry for him.
His sister came near
And politely asked her.

'Can I call a wet-nurse
From a Hebrew house? '
'Please do, ' said the princess,
With all her kindness.

Perhaps, it was God's will,
That the girl had kept vigil.
The boy's real mother,
She went and brought her.

The princess told the woman
'Nurse this baby like your son.
I'll pay you for your service.'
It was a blessing in disguise.

As years passed, he grew old.
The princess then took hold
Of the charge from the woman,
And adopted him as her son.

'I pulled him out of the water.
Let me call him Moses, better, '
So said the kind-hearted princess,
With her new-found happiness.