The Plight of Israelite Nation - Exodus Chapter 1

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In days of old, in Egypt's land,
A nation rose with God's own hand,
The Israelites, a chosen race,
But soon they'd face a dire disgrace.
Their numbers grew, they multiplied,
Their strength and might they could not hide,
The Pharaoh feared their growing might,
And sought to dim their shining light.
He made them slaves, oppressed their kind,
With harsh demands and treatment blind,
But Israelites, with hearts of steel,
Endured their pain, they did not yield.
Their cries to God, He heard them true,
He promised them a future new,
A leader bold, with strength and might,
To lead them out from darkest night.
Moses was born, a child of fate,
His life preserved, by God's mandate,
He grew up strong, in Pharaoh's court,
But justice burned, a fiery port.
He sought to free his brethren dear,
To break their chains, to dry their tear,
But Pharaoh's heart, it would not budge,
His stubbornness, a sinful grudge.
So plagues came forth, with wrath divine,
The Nile turned blood, the locusts' sign,
Yet Pharaoh's heart, it still was hard,
Till death struck down, a final card.
The Israelites, they left at last,
With joy and hope, their spirits vast,
They crossed the sea, on dry land wide,
God's mighty hand, their constant guide.
Exodus Chapter 1, a tale of woe,
But also triumph, and hope's bright glow,
For God's deliverance, it prevails,
His faithful love, it never fails.