A Bible Poem I wrote, your thought?

The king's mantle

when the servants are proud to be themselves
huddling 'round his splendor, willing to be slaves
cause he picks up the ones with a strong creed
so Bene Israel could possibly want him to lead
together they reunite to slay who gets in their way
just to frighten the Philistines and keep them away
they expelled as their plea passes through the clouds
it goes to God's ears to show it off in front of crowds
like splitting the sea apart to move them out of hell
while Pagans kneel to sculpture for help but to no avail
and what about Moses's tribe that was turned into a snake
but Pharaoh dug his heels in, laughing out loud "it's a fake"
the Egyptians attempted to make a copy of Moses's deeds
it was impressive but they weren't as alike as what he did
Pharaoh's smile got distorted, sitting on the edge of a throne
"I won't set your nation free Moses, your holy God is unknown
the signs kept astounding him, he even wanted to let them out
but he reluctanted, God always toughened his heart about
then Egypt went through a dozen hits, each one was worse
until Pharaoh sent Bene Israel away without showing remorse

chorus

The king's mantle is trailing along the rug
and his crown is set with gold & good stones
he spreads his wings for a forlorn to snug
rising up poors with praises he owns
he resembles a refuge for us to secure
the Omnipotent prevents diseases before he cures

Posted in round rug