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You Are The Pharaoh's Daughter 
 
A poor boy with a poor heart,
 Set adrift among the reeds,
Floating over tar and pitch
  To where the Great River leads. 
 
A rod alone has no chance
 To devour serpents three,
But at the feet of Egypt's king,
 Would he let this captive be?
 
I have seen the desert sun
 And been lost among the sand,
Driven by the arid wind
 With no hope of promised land. 
 
Yet in passing through the sea,
 My soul has come back to life. 
'Twas once laid low and let down,
 Buried, and burdened with strife. 
 
Chains removed and heart set free,
 A mind will seek to focus. 
To honey you have brought me,
 And kept me from the locusts. 
 
 
 
 
 
Year: 
2015
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