1. All the mothers are crying, the order is out, "Kill the baby boy Hebrew slaves."
But a basket is hidden in a river of reeds
- a sister is watching her brother,

a sister is watching her brother.

2. What the basket contained was discovered one day when the princess came to the river:
a Hebrew baby was crying inside,
the princess, oh she was sorry.

the princess, oh she felt sorry.

3. And Pharaoh's daughter is God's right hand, bringing freedom and a promised land.
And the walls of Jericho fall to the plain: Moses is growing in Pharaoh's domain. Moses is growing in Pharaoh's domain.

Pulled out of the water, and raised like a king, in the soon-to-be-freedom hear Miriam sing; Moses adopted as the son of a prince;
(the) angels of God watching over,

(the) angel of death passing over. [Chorus]

4. Like the kid in the basket in the reeds of the Nile, pull me out of trouble and danger.
Jesus, draw me through your cross of death, bring me into the palace,

bring me into God's home. [Chorus]

Robin Mann © 1994. I had invited Peter Lockwood, a good friend and classmate at school (in our final year, he topped the State in Classical Greek, I came bottom. But we both got A's - we were the only two doing the subject!) to preach at Golden Grove while our pastor was on leave. Dr. Peter is a lecturer at Luther Seminary, a specialist in Old Testament, and he told me he planned to preach on Exodus 2:1-10, the story of Moses' birth, concealment, and then adoption by Pharaoh's daughter. I couldn't find a song that really fitted with it, so, inspired by what Peter told me about the text, I wrote this one. The reading is very rich. There are themes of redemption, rescue, life and death; themes about God's mercy, and the role of women, both pagans and Israelites, in the salvation of Israel and ultimately the whole world. Peter told me that the Hebrew word for basket is only used in one other place, and that's in Genesis, where it's the word that we translate as "ark". So the vessel of safety is there for Noah and for Moses. And in Christian history, the boat has been a symbol for the church...


Thanks ...

Last Monday, November 19, I got back home after a 4 week trip, mostly in Queensland.Only possible because of
Ray Shillabeer.
He's been my driver for the past 7½ years, for trips to Victoria, ACT, NSW and Queensland. He likes to label himself as 'Ray the Roadie', but he's a lot more than that. For the churches & schools I've sung at, we both set up the sound gear - the amps, guitars et al. He then retires to a back seat, while I sing & play. Afterwards, at schools, we take the gear down together. But at churches, he looks after the gear, while I talk with people & sell CDs & books. We get to stay with people most places , & we both love meeting people, enjoying their terrific hospitality.
This trip was his swan-song. I know he's enjoyed the driving & meeting people, but I still don't know how to say thank you. In his modest, self deprecating way, he'd reject the label of 'Servant of Christ', but he's been that for me, & together we've been able to serve people in many places.