Everywhere I go and everything I see reminds me of this song. I sing it and sing it and sing it. I sang it when I was standing on a boat in the Nile and thinking of Moses turning it to blood. I sang it in the Egyptian museum as I wondered if Joseph's mummy was included in the stacks of unknown kings and second-in-commands. I sang it at the pyramids as I felt the pains of the Hebrew slaves making bricks from dust. I sang it as we stood in the hot desert and were led about like the disobedient chosen... read more
