The burning of the sands, held in Pharaoh's hands, What nation wouldn't loose their hope. But remembering the vow, they that somehow God would come to their rescue.

"Abba! Abba!" they cried their prayers. "Father! Father! Remember you for us the land would spare. "Father! Abba! Deliver us there!"

A nation set free, held and redeemed by God of Israel. A nation of priests, prophets, and kings, What nation wouldn't envy them?

Years go by, God's still upon throne. Watching over the wife that He loves. In the hands of Rome, God sent His own, The only begotten Son of God.

And in His voice, cries the voice of God, "Israel! Israel! My beloved wife. I call you by my voice! Israel! Israel! Come follow. I send you the blessing of Abraham. I give my life for you, Please come, my beloved wife."

Upon the cross, hung the Son of God. He died so that I would be free. Now in my heart, there rests His presence. And in his voice I hear,

"Alisha, Alisha. My child, I adore thee. I gave My life, so that you could be free. Alisha, Alisha, here is my will, I ask that you obey it until death. Oh darling, be faithful unto death."

I cry! "Abba! Abba!" "My Lord! My God! My Life! Abba! Abba! Hold me close to you, The way that you do. My beloved Abba, I love you."