A Sea Called Red

At some point in life

We'll confront our Red Sea

But don't you wonder why

If the promise you will receive

The covenant of the staff:

'What's that you have in your hand?'

Must by all means, come to pass

Or you shall never ever ever

Taste the fruit of the land.

And you shall walk that dry land

After your Red Sea is parted,

Like a comb would part hair strands,

With the authority of your faith

Like a twig snatched from the fire,

You shall raise that staff and declaim.

Akpan