Miracles Or Myths Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

The sea became a wall, so high,
Pharaoh's chariots could not fly.
The water rose, a mighty tide,
And swept the angry soldiers inside.

By bitter springs, they cried and wept,
But Moses' branch, a secret kept.
He cast it in, a simple tree,
And sweet, cool water flowed for thee.

From skies above, a gift did fall,
Like flakes of snow, it fed them all.
And birds in flight, a feathered storm,
To fill their bellies, keep them warm.

A barren rock, so hard and bare,
Moses struck with God's own prayer.
From stony depths, a river sprang,
Where thirsty mouths could drink and sang.

When snakes did bite, and life grew weak,
A bronze snake high, God bid to seek.
A look of faith, a gentle gaze,
And healing came in sunlit haze.