Egypt was at least home
and better than this wondering
servitude better wilderness
I should have never prayed
I should have stayed

Freedom is a hard thing
Slavery was easy
I cling to the chains of bondage
But my King insists still now
His sons shall not bow

I shall be the better for this
faith has led me thus far
but oh my safe cell
now I hate the longing less
how I miss the bitterness

But my King insists still now
His sons shall not bow
to anything but Thee
as anything but free


-written during my divorce of 98