The Ballad of Moses and Pharaoh’s Heart

In Egypt’s land, beneath the blazing sun,
Moses stood firm, God’s humble chosen one.
With staff in hand, before the mighty Nile,
He faced the Pharaoh, devoid of any guile.

“Let my people go,” thus spoke he clear and loud,
To free his folk, oppressed beneath the shroud
Of slavery’s yoke, their groans reached Heaven’s ears,
Their pains and cries were soaked with their bitter tears.

But Pharaoh’s heart was stone; it would not yield,
His pride was too great, his tyranny shielded.
Against the cries of those he overbore,
A hardened king, more stubborn than before.

Then God unleashed His wonders vast and wide,
Moses performed Aaron by his side.
The water turned to blood, the river bled,
A crimson flow, where once was life, now dread.

Frogs leaped in bounds across the frightened land,
In palace halls and beds, they took their stand.
Yet Pharaoh’s will was stiff; his heart was chained,
Not even hordes of frogs his mind could sway.

Then lice and flies, on beast and man they swarmed,
Disease and pestilence, the land deformed.
But every plague just made the tyrant sure,
His heart grew tougher, unrepentantly impure.

Livestock fell dead, boils plagued the skin,
Hail battered crops and destruction reigned within.
Locusts devoured whatever hail had spared,
Still, Pharaoh’s heart was unshaken and undeclared.

Darkness then fell, a palpable, thick gloom,
Three days lost light as though foretelling doom.
But Egypt’s ruler stood unyielding, grim,
His soul locked tight; no light could enter him.

Until the final, fearsome night arrived,
The firstborn’s doom was harshly now derived.
Death swept through Egypt, sparing not a door,
Except where lamb’s blood stained the humble floor.

With cries that pierced the shroud of darkest night,
Pharaoh’s resolve finally lost its fight.
He summoned Moses, bade him leave at once,
“Take your people,” he conceded, pale and gaunt.

So Moses led them out, a sea of souls,
Towards the promised land to fill their roles.
But Pharaoh’s heart, though bent, was not destroyed,
His armies followed, his senses paranoid.

At the Red Sea, with Egyptians drawing near,
Israel’s plight seemed doomed, filled with fear.
Then Moses stretched his hand, and the waters split,
A path emerged, their faith and feet well fit.

Through walls of water, on dry ground, they fled,
Behind, the army followed, full of dread.
But once the chosen had reached the other side,
The waters crashed, no enemy to abide.

Thus, miracles marked their journey from that place,
God’s enduring grace ordains each step.
For in each act, each plague, each divine part,
It was a battle for freedom and a hardened heart.


This poem recounts the epic struggle between Moses and Pharaoh, highlighting Moses’s miraculous acts to free the Israelites and Pharaoh’s persistent hardness of heart. It weaves through the plagues and the eventual liberation, capturing the essence of their biblical saga.

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