Passover's Power - Exodus 12 Poem

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In Egypt's land, God's hand held high,
The time had come, the hour nigh,
To set His people free from plight,
To lead them out into the night.
The lamb was chosen, without blemish,
Its blood a sign, a mark to finish,
On doorposts smeared, a crimson stain,
Protection sought, from loss and pain.
At midnight's strike, the firstborn fell,
Pharaoh's heart, in anguish, swell,
He begged and pleaded for release,
As Israel prepared to find their peace.
With unleavened bread and hurried pace,
They left behind their servile place,
Redemption's story, ancient and grand,
A testament to God's guiding hand.
So, every year, Passover's told,
Of freedom won, by young and old,
A tale of faith, a lesson true,
Of God's deliverance, for me and you.