Exodus Women (final)

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Exodus Women

Tired, aged, & frail,
done in lamentations
we find mercy at God's Throne;
as precious reserves of grace,
holy words, balm our souls:

I know that my redeemer liveth,
and that he shall stand
at the latter day upon the earth

The dead gods of Egypt retire
from cruel, blistering, campaigns;
as our hopeful hearts find strength
in victory's greater truth.


Inspiration:
KJV Scripture
Deut. 24:1
Ecc. 1:9
Matt. 19:8
Ephesians 5:25-33



third revision
Exodus Women


The tired, aged, & frail
done in lamentations
find mercy at God's Throne;

precious reserves of grace,
holy words, balm our souls:

I know that my redeemer liveth,
and that he shall stand
at the latter day upon the earth

Now dead gods of Egypt tire
their cruel, blistering, campaigns;

Our hopeful hearts strengthen
in victory's greater truths.





second revision
Exodus Women


Untangled chords bust muffled lamentations
as throngs of our tired, aged, & frail
find mercy at God's Throne;

We pitch our tents in a wilderness
committing even our last precious reserve of grace,
only holy words can balm our souls:

For I know that my redeemer liveth,
and that he shall stand
at the latter day upon the earth

Soon the dead gods of Egypt tire
their cruel, blistering, campaigns;

As Love's hopeful heart
strengthens yet another day
in greater truths of victory.




1st revision
Forever


Reeling over Exodus' aftermath
one needn't wonder
the frets of such women:

Trials of motherhood,
horror of swollen bellies,
the steadying of rust stained huts;

Hidden behind joyful masks
and muffled lamentations,
they endured shadowy toils
greater than Pharoah's whip;

Untangling busted chords,
drinking daily reliable Sword,
the battle raged
against evil campaigns of death;

Aged & frail,
pleading without ceasing,
begging mercy
found only at God's Throne;

Throngs of broken, tired,
ragged muliebris soldiers
drained and parched,
stammer in the wilderness

committing even our last
precious reserve of grace,
we find holy words our only balm:

For I know that my redeemer liveth,
and that he shall stand
at the latter day upon the earth

For without this hope,
we war forever sadly
a most cursed inheritance,
Men's ravishing demerit:
The mark of Love's invisibility,

As the dead gods of Egypt continue
their cruel, blistering, brands
into Love's hopeful heart.




Inspired by KJV Scripture
Deut. 24:1
Ecc. 1:9
Matt. 19:8
Ephesians 5:25-33
Job 19:25


original
Forever Unfavored

Flaming hēméra hēlíou
wrestled heathery billows
easily winning
the earliest curtain call;

Reeling in aftermaths,
Exodus of old,
while waltzing currents
& past circumstance,

Today needn't wonder
of fretting dread?

Trials of motherhood,
fear of swollen bellies,
dripping sweat
insuring heavy breathers
secure their rust stained huts;

Confined,
they found Holy Words
their only balm.

There's nothing new under the sun.

Partnered with the inevitable,
quieting the most hidden of lamentations,
facing toils greater than a master's whip,

drawing Swords daily
against those
perpetually
immoral
immortal
immutable
death angel campaigns,

our aged & frail
pleaded without ceasing,
begged mercy
found only at God's Throne;

Broken, tired,
ragged muliebris soldiers
drained and parched,
stammering
stumbling
sweltering
in wilderness
whimpering
whispering weariness

committing even our last
precious reserve of grace,

we find an end.

Warring the inheritance
of men's ravishing demerit
& that burning mark of invisibility
applied so discreetly

even more secretly
through Death & Hell's slack;

As the dead gods of Egypt continued
cruel, blistering, brands
into Love's Once Hopeful Heart.



Note background of inspiration:
KJV Scripture
Deut. 24:1
Ecc. 1:9
Matt. 19:8
Ephesians 5:25-33