Shores of Egypt

THIS MAN’S HEART IS TOO FULL OF ME.
HE LOOKS FOR SAFER GROUND.
BEHIND HIM ROARS THE SOUND
OF PHARAOH’S CHARIOTS.

IF HIS WORLD WAS PERFECT,
LOVE WOULD HANG ON PATIENTLY
‘TIL HE FINISHED THERAPY.

I SHOW HIM THE PROMISED LAND,
MILK AND HONEY RIGHT AT HAND.
WHAT HE SEES IS BURNING SAND.
HE WON’T COME TO ME.
I’VE CROSSED MY RED SEA.
HE’S STILL STANDING ON THE SHORES OF EGYPT.

ONCE, I FELL WHERE HE STUMBLES NOW,
ALONE WITH WOUNDED PRIDE.
WHILE PHARAOH’S SOLDIERS RIDE,
I WRITE HIM ALL MY NEWS.

WILL HE PUT HIS BEST FOOT
IN HIS MOUTH AND SAY TO ME,
“YES, I LOVE YOU” … FINALLY…?

POSTCARDS FROM THE PROMISED LAND.
MILK AND HONEY RIGHT AT HAND.
MY OASIS BLOOMS IN SAND.
LOVER, COME TO ME.
I’VE CROSSED MY RED SEA.
HE’S STILL STANDING ON THE SHORES OF EGYPT.

MY HEART CAN FEEL YOUR PAIN.
MY LOVE CAN HEAL YOU.
IF YOU TURN TO A PILLAR OF SALT,
IT WON’T BE MY FAULT.

POSTCARDS FROM THE PROMISED LAND.
MILK AND HONEY RIGHT AT HAND.
MY OASIS BLOOMS IN SAND.
LOVER, COME TO ME.
I’VE CROSSED THE SAME SEA.
DON’T STAY STANDING ON THE SHORES OF EGYPT.

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