I WAS A SLAVE IN EGYPT based on Psalm 105 — © 2019 by Myron Schreck
I was thrown into a pit of sorrow. I was sold to be a slave in Egypt. I was dying for lack of water. And I did not know the reason. And I believed … my life was over.
I was a slave to Pharaoh’s soldiers. I was a slave inside the quarries. I was chained when they took my baby boy, and they slayed my child before me. And I believed … my life was over.
Then came a man. He spoke of freedom. He said the Lord would save the children of Israel. He was only one man. So they didn’t believe him, until he turned the River Nile red with blood
I saw frogs in Pharaoh’s palace. I saw flies and lice abound. I saw hail for rain and fiery flames and darkness all around. I saw worms devour cattle. I saw an endless locust swarm. I heard women scream and grown men weep as they held their dead first-born. And I believed my life was over.
Then Pharaoh roared: “Take all these troublesome slaves away. Let them be exiled. Let them die without a home.” So all the slaves … gathered their households in haste, without knowing what to do or where to go.
We were standing at the Red Sea. We were trapped by Pharaoh’s army. We heard people cry: “Did you lead us here just to die?” I saw Moses raise his staff. I saw him wave it over the waters. I heard screams as people realized Pharaoh’s chariots were charging. And I believed … my life would be over!
Then came a wind … spun from the highest heavens above. It split the waters wide so the Israelites could cross. As Pharaoh watched, he sent his chariots to chase. But then the waters closed, swallowed them whole, and took them to their graves.
I was standing at the sea shore. I was listening to Miriam sing: “Who is like unto you, Lord? Who else can do such wondrous things?” I was dancing with my children. I was crying tears of joy. For the miracles I had witnessed and the power of the Lord. And I believed. Yes, I believed. We were finally free.
