Here between two walls
Surrounded by sheets of blue
It seems hard to believe
You will lead me safely through
We spattered the doorpost red
And waited in the dread of night
Holding our firstborn son
Praying that he wouldn't die
It is so hard to trust
When my fate is not held in my hand
And as I march through the sea
I'm scared I won't reach the land
I have felt the whip of slavery
But now I am not so sure
That in this sea of doubt
That You hold me secure
What does it mean to be free?
Have you seen the scars on my back?
At least there I had food
And I could deal with freedom lacked
But here as I march on
My sandals caked in dry sand
I simply cannot believe
That this is what Moses planned
If Yahweh even knew my doubt
Surely, he would smite
And into ashes I'd go
In the middle of my sea of fright
Am I safe to doubt
Right here in the sea?
And then I hear the song of God
Say my grace is sufficient for thee.