Hard Heart Of Pharaoh Poem by April Humason

Once you stood like a king of stone,
A crown of dust, a borrowed throne.
You used my pain as steps to climb,
But your reign was built on borrowed time.

I was taught not to bow to dust,
Not to break, not to place my trust
In men who rule by fear and chain,
Whose hearts are hard like dried-out plains.

You spoke of power, glittered bright,
But your light was hollow, false, and night.
All show, no soul, no sacred flame,
A fragile throne, an empty name.

You had no fire that Heaven sends,
No holy strength that never bends.
You stood in pride, but I stood warned,
A spirit guarded, soul not torn.

You were a Pharaoh, dressed in gold,
But blind to truths that can't be sold.
Your grip was tight — your sight was dim,
While God was breaking chains through him.

You hardened fast, you would not see,
You tried to build walls around me.
But I walked free through parted seas,
While your chariots fell to their knees.

You ruled once — but not again.
I rise in faith, I rise in strength.
Your empire fades, your power ends —
I walk with God. I will not bend.