A mother wept, her heart beat wild, For Pharaoh’s law would claim her child. But in her faith, she made a way A basket bed, some hope, and hay.
She placed him gently in the reeds, And trusted God to meet their needs. The Nile flowed on, a silent prayer, While angels hovered, guarding there.
His sister watched from far yet near, Her eyes alert, her soul in fear. Would someone kind come close enough? Would fate be gentle, not so rough?
Then Pharaoh’s daughter came to bathe, And saw the child the waters gave. She heard his cry, her heart was stirred, A foreign babe—but still, her word.
“This is a Hebrew child,” she sighed. Yet not with scorn, but grace and pride. And then the sister, bold and true, Stepped forward, asking what to do.
“Shall I find a nurse to care with grace?” A mother’s love behind her face. And so, in wonder, God did weave The mother paid, her son retrieved!
She nursed him strong, she held him near, While Pharaoh’s court drew ever near. And when he grew, she let him go A prince now raised, whom God would show.
📖 Key Verse – Exodus 2:9 (NIV)
“Take this baby and nurse him for me,” the princess told the baby’s mother. “I will pay you for your help.” So the woman took her baby home and nursed him.
