Rhyme

Moses

Only the view from the mountain
The Jordan River between
The valley that stretched before him
Was the land of his dreams

Did his fatal sin sting him
And anger fill him with rage?
Or did he rest on top of Pisgah
At peace and unafraid

Knowing death was not his fate
Soon he would stand at Zion’s Gate
And walk in the golden sand
Of the eternal, heavenly Promise Land

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