FORWARD

I saw before the menA red, red sea.I hesitated:"Forward" had to be.The spoken wordReversed my heart.In agonyI played my part,Then stood and watchedThe men pass by.The cry of anguishWas not a silent why—"Why, O God, why?"I was not a prayerful man (then)But turned to GodFor the sake of those men.The sea opened—The ambush retreated;The men I prayed forWere not deleted.I wept with gratitude.I am a prayerful man (now)For at that red, red seaI learned how.

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