We Are Free.
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A gentle breeze blew over the Red Sea. It's waves were instantly calmed. Soon it was as if nothing had ever happened.
But as I looked around at the people beside me, their faces said otherwise. They were in total shock. I knew most of the people couldn't believe the recent occurrences. It all seemed like something out of a dream.
The escape from Egypt. The soldiers attacking us. When I parted the Red Sea. The soldiers following us into the Red Sea. It closing in on them. All these things actually happened though.
I ran up the hill to rejoin my family. Then all the people began to walk to higher ground. As they did, a familiar song rang out:
A-shi ra l'a- don- ai
ki ga-oh ga-ah
A-shi ra l'a- don- ai
ki ga-oh ga-ah
mi-cha-mo-cha ba- elim
Adonai
mi- ka- mo-cha
ne- dar ba ko-desh
na-chi-tah v'-chas-d'cha
am zu ga-al-ta
na chi-tah v'-chas-d'cha
am zu ga-al-ta
a-shi-ra, a-shi-ra, a-shi-ra
a-shi-ra l'a-don-ai ki ga-oh ga-ah
mi cha-mo-cha ba-elim Adonai
mi-ka mo-cha
ne-dar ba-ko-desh
na-chi-tah v'-chas-d'-cha
am zu ga-al-ta
na-chi-tah v'-chas-d'-cha
am zu ga-al-ta
a-shi-ra, a-shi-ra, a-shi-ra.
My wife, Tzipporah, tapped me on the shoulder. "Look", she said. "Look at your people, Moses. They are free."
I smiled at her. Yes, they are, I thought to myself. We are free. We are free.
The End.