Passover Poem

On that night, so long ago, when Adonai heard the plea.  Of the Jewish slaves in Egypt, through Moses they would see, The plagues were sent, the shout rang out,  “LET MY PEOPLE GO!”

But Pharaoh defied the Great “I AM” responding with a “NO”

The lambs were slain, the blood applied, Adonai would pass them by,  The homes without the blood, meant their firstborn would die,

They fled the land, …Moses staff in hand, the LORD parted the Red Sea.   And God’s chosen ones, the Israelites, were finally set free.

On that “Passover” so long ago, Adonai heard the plea, And sent HIS Son “Yeshua”,  So all the world would see, HE was the Passover lamb, for all the world to know, HE IS… the “MASHIACH”, foretold of long ago,

When we apply HIS blood, to the doorposts of our hearts, The sea of “sin” inside us, is now, what parts, HE fills us with His Ruach, who helps us to obey, So we can honor his Torah, in a graceful, loving way.

On that Passover, so long ago, our Father showed His Love, And on that day, every year, we praise the LORD above!